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."