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 theyll say, it wasnt youth, we hit the truth
Faces of strummer that fell from your wall
And was left were they hung
So sweet and bitter, theyre what we found
So drink them down and
Chorus
Walk out to winter, swear Ill be there.
Chill will wake you, high and dry
Youll wonder why.
Walk out to winter, swear Ill be there.
Chance is buried just below the blinding snow.
You burn in the breadline and ribbons and all
So walk to winter
You wont be late, you always wait
This generation, the walk to wall
But Im not angry, get your gear
Get out of here and
Chorus