Chasing cabs in a snowstorm
Wondering why we are so warm
Head and scarf, we look daft
It's our own choice, own choice

Staring in at warm windows
Making our own TV shows
Volume off, the sound of
Traffic noise, this noise

Lie down, arms out, arms up and down
So cold below
Get up, look back, what's left behind?
The ghost of an angel in the snow.

Watch our breath as it freezes
Feel the ground give beneath us
Tearful eyes, the wind tries
To break right in, right in

Full of hot tea and lockets
Holding hands in your pocket
Feel your pulse with my pulse
Feels so thin, so thin

The traffic lights, go ahead go ahead
White, white and white, go ahead go ahead