1918-1920 lyrics

You promise, that after winter You'll come to pick me up To drive all around Europe Like children dressed in white I've noticed by your handwriting That you've started drinking again Remind of me of those years Back then it was never too late Springtime breeze, the winter haze Green apple pies and stomach aches We slept together for a thousand days In a row The echoes of your letter Don't get to fill this room There are words that get me better There are words that hurt like hell Springtime breeze, the winter haze Green apple pies and stomach aches We slept together for a thousand days In a row In a row Sometimes seems That you forgot Springtime breeze, the winter haze Green apple pies and stomach aches We slept together for a thousand days In a row In a row