Turn the corner, the snow descends
A crowd has gathered, all dressed in white
Mourning you
Not one weeps, they know what you have done
They simple stand and stare at what could have been
The snow falls faster, the scene changes again

Now under an open sky, the moon so high and bright
All is quiet, no children of men
Here in this cold Summer, I remember,
Once warm and soft, now frigidly stiff
Memories of black and white, colour photographs of a forgotten Love
Faded beyond recognition, here, in this long hallowed night