On cold days it is Easy to behave and Easy to believe in it On cold days it is Easy to see clear and Easy to believe in it
You say winter’s killing you That you can’t stand the season It has no smell or flavor I left the city for you There was no other reason I did your wife a favour
With a bit of ice under my clothes My tongue against the teeth I think of nothing Walk around the house on the cold ‘Til it hurts to breath I think of nothing
- Stina Nordenstam -






