Chasing cabs in a snowstorm Wondering why we are so warm Head and scarf, we look daft It's our own choice, own choice Staring in at warm windows Making our own TV shows Volume off, the sound of Traffic noise, this noise Lie down, arms out, arms up and down So cold below Get up, look back, what's left behind? The ghost of an angel in the snow. Watch our breath as it freezes Feel the ground give beneath us Tearful eyes, the wind tries To break right in, right in Full of hot tea and lockets Holding hands in your pocket Feel your pulse with my pulse Feels so thin, so thin The traffic lights, go ahead go ahead White, white and white, go ahead go ahead