| When Winter falls | |
| Next year, I'll be holding on | |
| To anything nailed down | |
| As for being patient, with fate and all, it's getting old. | |
| And my mind is slowly changing | |
| I'm calling all my oldest friends, | |
| Saying "sorry for this mess we're in," | |
| And I'm waiting, waiting | |
| For the Sun to come and melt this snow, | |
| wash away the pain, and give me back control, control. | |
| An angel got his wings, | |
| And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine. | |
| We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime. | |
| Should we still set his plate? | |
| Should we still save his chair? | |
| Should we still buy him gifts? | |
| And if we don't, did we not care? | |
| It makes you think about the life you've led, | |
| Shit you've done, things you've said. | |
| And it's grounding, grounding. | |
| I've been feeling three feet tall this month, | |
| hardly indestructible. | |
| But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on. | |
| An angel got his wings, | |
| And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine. | |
| We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime. | |
| Friends stay side by side, | |
| In life and death you've always stole my heart, | |
| You'll always mean so much to me, it's hard to believe this | |
| These nights in vans, | |
| These nights in bars, | |
| Don't mean a thing with empty hearts, with empty hearts. | |
| An angel got his wings, | |
| And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine. | |
| We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime. | |
| Friends stay side by side, | |
| In life and death you've always stole my heart, | |
| You've always meant so much to me, it's hard to believe | |
| So much to me, it's hard to believe | |
| So much to me, it's hard to believe this. |