Pink Clouds

Well, it's late, the clouds are turning pink
And I don't think these skies will clear.
Well, you're tired and you're leaning on the sink
I think you want me out of here.

Well I could leave right now...
Well I could leave right now...

But it was you that asked me here this time,
Breathless and hardly forgiving.
And you lined up the bottles of wine,
Disaster in the winds just laughing.

Well I could leave right now...
Well I could leave right now...

But there's snow on your cheek
And the light's getting weak
Don't you think we should turn around?

Yeah the moon's coming up
And I know that you're tough
But it's a long way into town.

Yeah there's snow on your cheek
And the light's getting weak
Don't you think we should turn around?

Well, with the sun and the mercury sunk
I picture quite a different scene.
Slowly and methodically drunk
But it's clear that we're skating to the end of the stream.

And I should leave right now...
Well, I should leave right now...

Hands on the table throwing dice,
Hands on your knee holding tight.
Well this black ice and ? shimmers
On your windows like outlines in the night.

Well, I should leave right now...
But I won't leave right now...

And there's snow on your cheek
And the light's getting weak
Don't you think we should turn around?

Yeah the wind's coming up
And I know that you're tough
It's a long way into town.

Yeah there's snow on your cheek
And the light's getting weak
Don't you think we should turn around?