all of the boys
in this small town
follow her eyes
and follow her down
over the grey horizon
that winter
I was the lucky one
I would keep up
and she would run
wherever the wind was running

and it's cold out
all the boats are
moored out Gaby says
they're all bound for
where she wants toStay
and there's a boat out
and when it
leaves the harbour
the angel on your
shoulder falls down
in the rain

we move around
misunderstood
out of a crowd
like lovers would
wherever the wind was running
all broken up
for one so tough
hating romance
and who needs love
only for reassurance

and it's dark out
all the streets are quiet now
aaby says they're all out
to hold you in the end
and if you've got one dream
shouldn't it be realised
'cause if it's only inside
it starts to drag you down

hearing the bell strike down the hours
striking the broken hearts and flowers
out of a world of indifference

and I tried to say
when things got worse
you'd be taken up
and be put first
over the grey horizon

and it's cold out
it's quiet out