As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms.
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt.
We'll be washed and buried one day my girl
and the time we were given will be left for the world.
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague -
so let the memories be good for those who stay

And my head told my heart: let love grow.
But my heart told my head: this time no.
Yes my heart told my head his time no, this time no.

Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
was the same that sent me into your arms.
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
and no hope, no hope will overcome.
And if your strife strikes at your sleep
remember that spring swaps snow for leaves.
You'll be happy and wholesome again,
maybe when the city clears and sun ascends.