So I'll go
Pedal the road
Flowers, I don't know their names
Rose I know
But the village is closed
Bumped my head, returning home
I'll watch us grow brittle
It's Christmas and there's no snow
After all the spaces we went to
Stills can cause alarm
Watch us grow brittle
It's Christmas again and there's no snow
They shut down the cafe we went to
And they burnt down the club that offered you a job
So it goes, and you're lucky
Burn out on sorrow to feel far away
On my own, I was looking
Out the window when the kettle sang