it s been a cold winter but you ve been here to warm my skin and bones your scarves and your sweaters wrap around my cheeks when i hold you close there s summer in your eyes and there s spring in your voice angel i remember seeing copeland replacing all the words with your name i remember seeing owen and driving back in the dark cold rain at 3 am there s summer in your eyes and there s spring in your voice angel there was summer in your eyes and spring in your voice angel there was fall in your sighs and nothing else more beautiful than you but how s winter going to be this year without you here to warm me 