And the snow in february falls Painting winter all up And the fields they are a empty sight And the hills are like sorrow And the hills are like sorrow And your sun will rise again And your moon will fall And you sun will rise again And your moon will fall And your moon will fall And I found the answer sitting there Worth more than money And the tango of your angel head And your lips like honey And we were born muddle But it was meant to be And we were born muddle But it was meant to be It was meant to be And your sun will rise again And your moon will fall And you sun will rise again And your moon will fall And your moon will fall And the snow in february falls Painting winter colours And the landscape is an empty sight And the hills are like sorrow Through the endless rage On the frozen roads Through the endless rage On the frozen roads