In Winter, When The Air Gets Cold - And Breathing Causes White Ghosts To Appear

- They Light Up The City With Christmas Trees, And Strings That Hang Across The

Street (from Telephone Pole...to Telephone Pole...to Telephone Pole...). So

That When I'm Driving Home At Night - Tired, Frustrated And Pinned Down By

Spite - I'm Reminded That Your Love (unlike These Things) Will Never Change,

Or Fade, Or Pass Away.