Winter Friend

<br>Once a friend told me of his experience,<br><br>That he had loved somebody and in pain,<br><br>He had slit his arm and sent the blood to her<br><br>And that he was glad that it was over.<br><br><br><br>He had talked and made love like an expert,<br><br>But I had never seen his soul.<br><br>And his eyes had a sort of dead smile<br><br>As if he wanted me to believe<br><br>That he was still alive.<br><br><br><br>He was a winter friend to me,<br><br>We walked in the snow to chinatown for noodles.<br><br><br><br>That was many years ago, in another life,<br><br>Why do I remember it now? <br><br>When Id heard his story, Id heard it like a car accident<br><br>That I would never be in myself<br><br><br><br>He was a winter friend to me,<br><br>We walked in the snow to chinatown to noodle.<br><br><br><br>La la la la la la la<br><br>La la la la la<br><br>La la la la la la la<br><br>La la la la dee la dee la da<br><br>Dee la la la<br><br><br><br>Now that I see my car slipping down the cliff<br><br>And Im desperately looking for the brake...<br><br>Dont let it happen to me,<br><br>Please, dont let it happen to me,<br><br>Im not ready to die or live a living death,<br><br>Im not ready to die or live a living death,<br><br>Im not ready to die...