Buses and trains and taxis flying over the road   There's so little left to tell you sometimes   That I could head home and   Into a blankness that 'til you arrive   Could strike me dumb   For you're an Indian Ocean you're virgin snow   You're a song unsung and   When springtime ends and closes its show   When winter frost presses up our windows   There you are fast asleep breathing   So warm and so close   It puts this fear in me like you could never know      The war of the factory the pull of king tides   The threats from above   The hesitant steps that can shake us down   Well let's call it love   And you stole my memory    You shook it up   Turned it into snow flakes   And when I looked behind me   I just saw fog   Just fog in my way   And when autumn ends and leaves us its leaves   And when winter sleeps well let's let it be   For some things should not be woken    From their leaden dreams   Let them become like ancient history   And let the past be what it's supposed to be