oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I wanna fly
I want to dive in your dark brown eyes
Times were wild
on our road down to st. Catarina
now I feel dead inside
could you - could you bring me back to life
one more marmalade kiss
from your sweet raspberry lips
oh mia
maybe in the wintertime you’ll be calling
telling me that you’re fine
and you’re coming home
in the wintertime you’ll be calling
telling me that you’re fine
and you’re coming home
In the wintertime
In the wintertime
In the wintertime
winds are howling
through the mountains
oh they’re calling your name
lonely hours
In my shower
slightly curing my pain
Is it true or not that
you smell like apricots
the sope is fading
your scent is staying
oh i haven’t forgot
maybe in the wintertime you’ll be calling
telling me that you’re fine
and you’re coming home
in the wintertime you’ll be calling
telling me that you’re fine
and you’re coming home
In the wintertime
In the wintertime
In the wintertime
maybe in the wintertime you’ll be calling
telling me that you’re fine
and you’re coming home
In the wintertime
In the wintertime
In the wintertime
you’re coming
maybe in the wintertime you’ll be calling
telling me that you’re fine
and you’re coming home
in the wintertime you’ll be calling
telling me that you’re fine
and you’re coming home
maybe in the wintertime you’ll be calling
telling me that you’re fine
and you’re coming home
in the wintertime you’ll be calling
telling me that you’re fine
and you’re coming home
In the wintertime
In the wintertime
In the wintertime