It’s minus six in the stick of nowhere

We are finding ourselves out

The clock it ticks as the snow it slips

From the rooftops all around

The train goes by like a lullaby

We sing in our children’s ears

I’ll see you sink like a broken ship

The day you leave comes near

The city is weeping, while we are sleeping

The covers falling, while we are talking

I want to kiss you and I never want to stop

I can’t find the switch to turn everything off

I can’t find the switch to turn everything off

The words they go as the weeks run slow

We sing till they reappear

A packed suitcase and my heart will race

When you whisper in my ear

The beast it waits at the garden gates

It hides the pages green

It will never find your patient mind

With eyes of blue that scream

The city is weeping, while we are sleeping

The covers falling, while we are talking

I want to kiss you and I never want to stop

I can’t find the switch to turn everything off

I can’t find the switch to turn everything off

Oh, you are, the turning of the page

The sign, we’re chasing from our age

Oh the sound of our shoes

Drifting through the snow

The roads are closed

They’ll never let us go