And the sky strikes an ochre chord in the snow
And our memories depend
On how we’re living this day
So draw the line in permanent pen
Chase the daylight back again
Keep every word I write to you today.
The sunshine’s down at last
At the end of a day spent falling with you
There’s nothing left in the past
But I know which day I’d choose
So go over the line in thick white chalk
There’s nothing left, we need to talk
I’ve no words left to say to you today.