Words and music by roddy frame





We met in the summer and walked 'til the fall

And breathless we talked, it was tongues.

Despite what they'll say, it wasn't youth, we hit the truth



Faces of strummer that fell from your wall

And was left were they hung

So sweet and bitter, they're what we found

So drink them down and



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Walk out to winter, swear i'll be there.

Chill will wake you, high and dry

You'll wonder why.

Walk out to winter, swear i'll be there.

Chance is buried just below the blinding snow.



You burn in the breadline and ribbons and all

So walk to winter

You won't be late, you always wait

This generation, the walk to wall

But i'm not angry, get your gear

Get out of here and



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