Bittersweet

Noches en el coche

[Verse 1]
She’s got one hand in mine
And the other on the window frame
She’s shakin’ her head,
Sayin’, “This Christmas ain’t Christmas without snowflakes”
I said, “Love, it’s not comin’ this year—
Not down here in London, grey and clear.”
Then she turned and whispered soft,
“Well… maybe not here.”

[Chorus]
But somewhere in the country,
A stone cottage porch is frosting white,
And a B-road’s hushin’ under rime,
While old Scots pines stand tall in
The silver gleam of a winter moon—
A pair walkin’ where the bracken’s deep.
She said, “That’s where I’d like to be.”
I said, “So would I—but, love, it’s twelve degrees
Down here… Still, let’s close our eyes, and
We’ll be in the country
Where it’s snowin’ tonight.”

[Verse 2]
Yeah, it could be Fort William,
Or up near Glen Coe,
Maybe Borrowdale or Keswick—
Anywhere the fells are cold and slow.
Perhaps the Cairngorms,
Or a hamlet near Skipton…
I don’t care—just so long as
There’s frost upon the gate.

[Chorus]
In the country,
A slate roof’s dusted soft and bright,
And a country lane’s turnin’ ghostly white,
With rowan trees in the hush of
A full moon, lovers lost in the snow-draped trees.
She said, “That’s where I’d like to be.”
I said, “So would I—but, love, it’s damp and mild
Down here… Still, let’s close our eyes, and
We’ll be in the country
Where it’s snowin’ tonight.”

[Bridge]
It’s snowin’ tonight…
Over Hadrian’s Wall and Highland glens,
While we’re stuck with rain on the M25…
But in our heads—
We’re in the country
Where it’s snowin’ tonight.

[Chorus]
’Cause somewhere in the country,
A pub sign creaks under powdered eaves,
And footprints fade down a snow-hushed street,
Beneath the watch of ancient oaks in
The glow of a frozen moon—
Two souls warm in a world turned white.
She said, “That’s where I’d like to be.”
I said, “So would I—and though it’s drizzlin’ here,
Let’s close our eyes…
We’ll be in the country
Where it’s snowin’ tonight.”

[Outro]
Somewhere in the country…
Near Betws-y-Coed or the Trossachs blue…
Somewhere in the country…
Where holly glistens with morning dew…
Somewhere in the country…
And the snow keeps fallin’… just for you.




Snow Over Borrowdale

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Drifting Away



Will it ever leave us
Will we ever see the light
Can we ever beat this
Ain’t it time to turn the tide

I don’t lead, won’t follow
Don’t like today
Nor tomorrow 

Are we drifting away
You see I guess so
We all know
I accept we failed
We are on death row
For all I know 

In the face of darkness
We all gazed into the abyss
Reality is heartless
We could never handle it

When the whistle blows
That’s where sickness grows 

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You see I guess so
We all know
I accept we failed
We are on death row
For all I know

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Rouse Yourself! Do not reject us forever! 
Why do You hide your face?



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