i cry over my loss
coz it s been all winter s fault

i count on to 3 or 2 or 4
but ain t no fake picture i m looking at

maybe all is made
to evaporate

how you feel, love, with this life so short?
how you live, love, when this life s too short?

we re just stupid fools
who want it all back

maybe all is made
to evaporate

how you live, love, when this life s too short?
how we love, love, when this life s too short?

ain t no fake picture we re looking at