The Bunny The Bear - It's Not Always Cold in Buffalo

Staring in your eyes has never
brought such tension to my
tainted mind.

And I can barely lip my words,
it seems nothing's important 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...

And I 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."