“I think of you on cold winter mornings,
darling they remind me of when we were at school;
nothing really mattered when you called out my name
In fact, nothing really mattered at all.
And I still think of you on cold winter mornings,
darling they’ll still remind me of when we were at school
when they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
were in the hands of these erroneous fools.”
— Guillemots - Trains to Brazil
