Walk Out To Winter
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Met in the summer and walked 'til the fall.
And breathless we talked, it was tongues.
Despite what they'll say, wasn't youth, we hit the truth.
Faces of strummer that fell from the wall.
But nothing is left where they hung.
Sweet and bitter, they're what we found.
So drink them down and.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow.
You burn in the breadline and ribbons and all.
So walk to winter, you won't be late, you always wait.
This generation, the walk to the wall.
But I'm not angry, get your gear, get out of here and...
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
You blind, snow blind, this is why, this is why.
Compositores: Roddy Frame
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Met in the summer and walked 'til the fall.
And breathless we talked, it was tongues.
Despite what they'll say, wasn't youth, we hit the truth.
Faces of strummer that fell from the wall.
But nothing is left where they hung.
Sweet and bitter, they're what we found.
So drink them down and.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow.
You burn in the breadline and ribbons and all.
So walk to winter, you won't be late, you always wait.
This generation, the walk to the wall.
But I'm not angry, get your gear, get out of here and...
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why.
Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there.
You blind, snow blind, this is why, this is why.
Compositores: Roddy Frame
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Writer(s): Roddy Frame
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