You were so smart then In your jacket and coat. My softest red scarf was warming your throat. Winter was on us, At the end of my nose, But I never love England more than when covered in snow. And a friend of mine says it's good to hear you believe in

Til I remember lending softer ears to my lungs And maybe if I hold you now, would you hold me now? Sometimes it ends too soon We're getting older too Night falls We're covered over now We're getting older And I don't want to sleep