It's days like these
When the pipes all freeze
A forlorn sky
And a stone cold breeze
A frosted windscreen
A winter fleece
A westwardly wind
That whips the trees
Dreams of a log fire
That tantalise and tease
Locked out in the cold daylight
Because you forgot your keys
You look through your letterbox
As you kneel on your knees
And notice the heat
Through the gap as it flees
The lock on the door
Divides you from paradise
As you draw back your head
And habitually sneeze
As you think to yourself
It's like Greenland out here
Someone let me in please! ! !
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