Light pulled that shade apart with hands made of sun Why does the frost sit there Cold fingers splayed apart and wrapped round my own And snow I'm locked inside a house I built here of stone Still thoughts keep slipping out the walls Your jumper tied around my waste like a belt Of wool I'm dead weight I don't feel right I don't Too long to wait Time will tear us apart Fine lines will draw us to halves You said that I was in my Own world way up in the Vast empty sky I smiled then fell in your arms It isn't long before we part