i keep pretending not to care, oh the winter scent in her hair

grew old with you then
And this summer, you'll call
And act as if we were old friends
You'd say, 'how are you, baby'
I'd say, 'it's raining in athens'
And to this day
I nurse the fever
That spoiled my heart
mastered the art of dealing
Slipping away without falling apart
So when this summer, you call
And ask how
I've been
I can be honest and answer plainly
'Since november, it's been raining