Στοίχοι: Johnny Foreigner. A Kings Heath Story.

I walked out when it ended on Addison Road where the cozy hearts were stowed.
Took yr parents whisky and yr bad advice and the bottle smashed on the ice.

And we?ll make the best with the heat that's left.
We should shut ourselves in, I can?t stay, I can?t stay awake.
And we?ll make the best with the heat that's left.
We should cover our tracks but the snow's covered everything.
Blanketed, glistening, is this heaven for you?

I walked out in the blizzard and I got soaked to the skin.
From the outside looking in, the glow of the TV and the frosted glass and a shiver that won?t last.

And we?ll make the best with the heat that's left.
We should shut ourselves in, I can?t stay, I can?t stay awake.
And we?ll make the best with the heat that's left.
We should cover our tracks but the snow's covered everything.
Blanketed, glistening, is this heaven for you?

And we?ll stay under the blankets till we see the beams of searchlights silhouetting snowflakes against the roofs of old friends houses.

And we?ll stay under the blankets till we see the beams of searchlights silhouetting snowflakes against the roofs of old friends houses.

And we?ll stay under the blankets till we see the beams of searchlights silhouetting snowflakes against the roofs of old friends houses.

And we?ll stay under the blankets till we see the beams of searchlights silhouetting snowflakes against the roofs of old friends houses.