Naked trees
No more leaves
Empty streets

Silver lakes
Broken brakes
Fear of fakes

Shining creek
Cracks that leak
Burning teak

Feel the winter breeze
All the way through these
Times I really freeze
Under those sheets

Frozen fall
Echo hall
Closed down mall

Moon is pale
A boat is jail
With no sail

Drifting skies
Nature sighs
Sylphid dies

Feel the winter breeze
All the way through these
Times I really freeze
Under those sheets

Kneel on frozen knees
Begging for release
One hundred degrees
Below those needs