Well I came to this land where the snow and the sand

Cover my footprints with ice

The cool grey sea calls me "come and be free"

And I almost take that advice

And in the night I cling to the names

Of the women I wanted and the men that I blamed

And their scorn that scorches my tracks

One thing I know you can never come back

Oh darling please meet me in the dark empty streets

Won't you bring me the things that I need

No-one is waiting where she used to stand

Just the jagged thorns of the weed

And in the day they drink their hot wine

And I long for the things that can never be mine

So your pretty clothes do not unpack

As plain as the day you can never come back





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