It’s Not Always Cold In Buffalo (Revisited)

Staring in your eyes
Has never brought such tension to my tainted mind
My tainted mind
And I can barely lip my words
It seems nothing's important if it doesn't hurt
If it doesn't hurt

Caught up in such a melancholy game
After tonight it won't be the same
But I'd never dream for reason
Behind your interpretation of...
What it is to fall in love
And what it is to care about...
Anything other than your tendencies

I'm at a loss for words
I manage to mumble...
The words will mold over time (over time)
And I cried (cried):

"Maybe you'll find an answer in what's left behind
And hopefully you'll see, there's not always love growing from every tree
Maybe you'll find a way, to rewind, to forgive with time
And hopefully you'll see, it's not always cold in Buffalo."

"Maybe you'll find an answer in what's left behind
And hopefully you'll see, there's not always love growing from every tree
Maybe you'll find a way, to rewind, to forgive with time
And hopefully you'll see, it's not always cold in Buffalo."