| Dear, I'll stay gold just to keep these pasts at bay | |
| To keep the loneliest of nights from claiming you and to keep these longest of days from waking you | |
| For I felt the greatest of winters coming and | |
| I saw you as seasons shifting from blue to grey | |
| That's where the coldest of these days await me and distance lays her heavy head beside me | |
| There I'll stay gold, forever gold |