Chasing cabs in a snowstorm   Wondering why we are so warm   Head and scarf, we look daft   It's our own choice, own choice      Staring in at warm windows   Making our own TV shows   Volume off, the sound of   Traffic noise, this noise      Lie down, arms out, arms up and down   So cold below   Get up, look back, what's left behind?   The ghost of an angel in the snow.      Watch our breath as it freezes   Feel the ground give beneath us   Tearful eyes, the wind tries   To break right in, right in      Full of hot tea and lockets   Holding hands in your pocket   Feel your pulse with my pulse   Feels so thin, so thin      The traffic lights, go ahead go ahead   White, white and white, go ahead go ahead