England's dreaming, winter absent
I take my books back, change my accent
First in the library
You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in french mittens
Take care on the corner
Sliding on white grass
I catch up with your shadow but you're walking too fast
I take my books back, change my accent
First in the library
You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in french mittens
Take care on the corner
Sliding on white grass
I catch up with your shadow but you're walking too fast