| Song | The Most |
| Artist | Maya Solovey |
| Album | Une année 2012 (folk/chanson) |
| Long before the winter had passed | |
| While we still had our dreams | |
| You used to say there’ll better days | |
| Just you wait, you’ll see. | |
| Chasing Victorian dreams of roasted apples | |
| And the smell of morning scones | |
| Of candlelight and carriage rides | |
| Of wintergreen and snow. | |
| He slept for days, he never changed the clock | |
| At daylight savings time | |
| Till spring had come, the hands had caught up | |
| My love was left behind. | |
| He said, “You never do enough for me.” | |
| I said, “Well, you never pull your weight.” | |
| He said, “How can you leave in such desperate times?” | |
| I said, “babe, it’s not gonna change.” | |
| I’ve learned more than I wanted ‘bout how to win a fight | |
| Nothing that I would boast | |
| I’d rather have learned to be more kind | |
| To those I loved the most. | |
| I wish I’d learned to be more kind | |
| To you, who I loved the most. |
| Long before the winter had passed | |
| While we still had our dreams | |
| You used to say there' ll better days | |
| Just you wait, you' ll see. | |
| Chasing Victorian dreams of roasted apples | |
| And the smell of morning scones | |
| Of candlelight and carriage rides | |
| Of wintergreen and snow. | |
| He slept for days, he never changed the clock | |
| At daylight savings time | |
| Till spring had come, the hands had caught up | |
| My love was left behind. | |
| He said, " You never do enough for me." | |
| I said, " Well, you never pull your weight." | |
| He said, " How can you leave in such desperate times?" | |
| I said, " babe, it' s not gonna change." | |
| I' ve learned more than I wanted ' bout how to win a fight | |
| Nothing that I would boast | |
| I' d rather have learned to be more kind | |
| To those I loved the most. | |
| I wish I' d learned to be more kind | |
| To you, who I loved the most. |