| Walk Out to Winter |
| Words and music by Roddy Frame We met in the summer and walked 'til the fall And breathless we talked, it was tongues. Despite what they'll say, it wasn't youth, we hit the truth Faces of Strummer that fell from your wall And was left were they hung So sweet and bitter, they're what we found So drink them down and Chorus Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there. Chill will wake you, high and dry You'll wonder why. Walk out to winter, swear I'll be there. Chance is buried just below the blinding snow. You burn in the breadline and ribbons and all So walk to winter You won't be late, you always wait This generation, the walk to wall But I'm not angry, get your gear Get out of here and Chorus |