Slipping on a frozen lake

There I'll miss you when you're gone

Oh, this winter song

Another cup of Brunel wine



Dreams that once seemed so sweet

Are silent empty streets

Streets of tears stained walks go by

And I'll miss you when you're near

You're thoughts are just like the stars



Saturdays, hope is raised

By endless stories of desire

And I remember our winter song

Another cup of Brunel wine



Saturdays, hope is raised

By endless stories of desire

And I remember our winter song

Another cup of Brunel wine



I remember our winter song

Slipping on a frozen lake

There I'll miss you when you're gone

Oh, this winter song

Another cup of Brunel wine