Paint a picture clear-cut and pale on a cold winter's day
shapes and cool light wander
the streets like an army of stray's
on a cold winter's day

Will you let me romanticise
the beauty in the London skies
you know the sunlight always shines
behind the clouds of London skies

Patient moments, you're chilled to the bone
under infinite greys
vision hindered, mist setting low like a ghostly ballet
on a cold winter's day


Nothing is certain 'cept everything you know can change
you worship the sun, but now can you fall for the rain


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