Every winter has a message so listen up and learn
Simple words along the way: “This time I won’t get burned”
I close my eyes and I perceive you and I can feel your touch
The beauty lies within the artless, maybe I painted too much

Your rosy cheeks, caressed by a wind so cold
Your rosy cheeks, I swear I could see your soul
Your rosy cheeks…

On a seething field of heather and cliff
I took off my backpack, my neck was stiff
It was nothing like the movies, it felt more like a song
I started walking, hoping for you to come along

Your rosy cheeks, caressed by a wind so cold
Your rosy cheeks, I leave this story untold
Your rosy cheeks…

But I know in the back of my head
All my words will be left unsaid
Yeah you know in the back of my head
it all shifts from orange to red snabbt G G

Your rosy cheeks, caressed by a wind so cold
Your rosy cheeks, a sweet sensation of gold
Your rosy cheeks…