The Switch

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

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