LYRIC

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It was a lovers’ spat
Delicious that
But what was not said
Despite of them

The weight of memory
On a cityscape
But we’re walking on a bay (on a winter’s day)
The cityscape (on a winter’s day)
Bare bones and concrete (on a winter’s day)
Walking on the parts (on a winter’s day)
On the concrete

An odd number
The birds flew over
The church

To stay the same
She said things had to change
But the weight of memory (on a winter’s day)
I don’t want to change (on a winter’s day)
I don’t want things the same (on a winter’s day)
Still playing stupid games (on a winter’s day)
Everything’s the same same same
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day

Following the signs
Under the cold grey sky against the pain
To a place where the river flows
Down past the coast into the shore
Under the cold grey sky
I’d raise my eyes and watch the white birds fly high
And they spin me round and round
And my feet still on the ground

On a winter’s day

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