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 you wall

And nothing was left where they hung

So sweet and bitter, they're what we found

So drink them down and



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 in ribbons and all,

So walk to winter, you won't be late, she'll always wait.

This generation they'll walk to the wall,

But I'm not angry, get your gear, get out of here and



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