You wonder why no one shows up At times again You wonder why no one knows Your birthday was yesterday Autumn leaves turn red And your eyes turn too Winter comes, dear friend It came too soon Flame burns You can't feel the light You hate the thought You miss the guy Who cut through the night Something's in the air And it speaks to you Wine tastes sweeter when You're halfway through Flame burns You can't feel the light You hate the thought You miss the guy Who cut through the night Flame burns You can't feel the light You hate the thought You miss the guy Who cut through the night