I feel cold and lonely it just doesn’t mean a thing   Speak to me slowly it just doesn’t mean a thing   ‘Cause no-one ever goes out in the winter   Spirit never grows out in the winter   Everyone knows the sun never shows until the end of winter   Frozen water fountains it just doesn’t mean a thing   Snow-covered mountains it just doesn’t mean a thing   In December I remember you never get too old   To want to see the stars come down