Winter Friend

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