As the trees turn a golden brown and the leaves start falling, how they look so bare. All I hear is the sound of the falling snow and the rushing of the cold air. Visibility is of zero but I can still see you. Pack the car and grab a sweater as the uncovered skin turns blue. Bring on the cold, bring on the cold before it starts to fade away. Bring on the cold, bring on the cold and hold it for every other day. I remember feeling warm underneath your touch I wish it could’ve last forever. See the snow fall outside, thinking of lost memories, at least we’re together. As a sudden chill sets in, I finally understand why the seasons turn. My feelings flutter, my mind starts to wander, my heart starts to burn. Bring on the cold, bring on the cold before it starts to fade away. Bring on the cold, bring on the cold, hold it for every other day.

(O’Brien, 1993)