Lyrics: treams, yeah. The street is cold, its trees are gone. The story's told the dark has won. Once we set sail to catch your star. We had to fail, it was too far. Chorus 2x E I felt the wind shout like a drum. It said, "My friend, love's end has come." It couldn't last, had to stop. You drained it all to the last drop. Chorus treams 2x E On this dark street it's cold inside. There's no retreat from time that's died. On this dark street the sun is black. The winter life is coming ba (chordiearchive.chordie.com)