Moonlight On Snow - Trembling Blue Stars

Wintertime is our time.

The low sun flickering through railings

Piccadilly and coffee cups.

Looking through the eyes of love

Wintertime is our time.

Moonlight on snow.

It’s where we were born, it’s home

It’s where we were born, it’s home

And now that you’re finally in my arms to stay, there is no ache

No longing, no sense of loss, when the cold air whispers all about us

Of you of me, of us

A bench by the channel.

A cave by a castle

Places we tried to say goodbye.

Someone new to miss

A tentative gift.

The first butterflies, the first butterflies

And now that you’re finally in my arms to stay, there is no ache

No longing, no sense of loss, when the cold air whispers all about us

Of you of me, of us

That promise I made, I was never going to keep it

Wasn’t there always hope?

Or is that just me, rewriting history?

Is it easy to say that now, there’s no taxi cab to bring us down?

Now that the time that’s ours doesn’t have to feel like it’s running out

And now that you’re finally in my arms to stay, there is no ache

No longing, no sense of loss, when the cold air whispers all about us

Of you of me, of us

Moonlight on snow