This starts with us collapsed in a club Rifling through the things that we knew Could swear I recognised you from before From back home, from somewhere, I don’t know Then in the car behind your old house No king in the castle, devil find out You start the engine, I’ll start my legs Off with their heads, and off with their heads
It's so cold I can see your breath for miles It's so cold
Now our severed tongues are tied in knots Sharpened up with fine words and their plot Reasons that will always be a-speak And Halloween or Hogmanay Or Christmas eve, or New Year's Day The cadence of a pair of feet The clicking of a cavalry Across the hall, across the hall
It's so cold I can see your breath for miles It's so cold