And if the rain is really falling as thick as it looks
Leave the paper chains inside
And let the breeze blow circles in the hallway light
And leave the rain for your body and the windows inside

Yeah, it's a real cold feeling in the air tonight
I catch my breath in the doorway of your cardboard room
It's like the Sun has gone and set a couple hours too soon
Now I can barely see the flicker that was burning in you

And it goes on, and on, and on, and on, on, and on, and on

You've got your full name written with your neatest hand
You've got your hair pulled back in a makeshift bow
Behind the brave-faced buildings all across the coast
There is a land coloured grey in the constant cold

It goes on, and on, and on, and on, on, and on, and on
It goes on, and on, and on, and on, on, and on, and on
It goes on, and on, and on, and on, on, and on, and on
It goes on, and on, and on, and on