White winter trees Covered in snow I don’t mind I don’t mind I think of you now Here in the cold You won’t mind You won’t know
But I never meant to say Any of those things Oh I never meant to tell you how To be or how to think Oh I was wrong
Heavy of heart Weary of soul You won’t mind You won’t mind I think of him now Fathoms below You won’t mind You won’t know
But I never meant to say Any of those things Words can sound so cruel When you speak before you think Oh I was wrong
But you didn’t understand That my heart was in your hands You were so blind Blind
I promised you that I’d never let you down Oh but I couldn’t love you any less than now And I promised you that I’d never let you down Oh but I couldn’t love you any less than I do now
And I lost myself on that november night White winter trees Covered in snow I don’t mind
