| Wind-screen wiper’s never gonna stop | 
| Never stop wiping all the snow from the top of our car | 
| A car that has traveled so far from our homes | 
| It’s never good to feel alone | 
| But we’ve got what we’ve got | 
| It’s friends that we’ve got in a car | 
| A car that has traveled so far from our homes | 
| It never feels good to be alone | 
| You’re in the headlights | 
| Skidding out into the road | 
| Like a deer, scared and covered in snow | 
| Oh, you’re in the headlights | 
| Skidding out into the road | 
| Like a deer, scared and covered in snow | 
| Flakes, they fall on boxes and tins and cans | 
| The tins and the cans that fall from bins and hands | 
| And our hands we hold in such a hurry in a world | 
| That doesn’t seem to care about | 
| Themselves or each other | 
| Or themselves or each other | 
| Or sisters or mothers | 
| Or themselves or each other | 
| Or architects or brothers | 
| Or themselves or each other | 
| Or astronauts or fathers | 
| Or themselves or each other | 
| Or themselves | 
| So, kiss me here beneath the street lights | 
| In a lay-by, all covered in snow oh! | 
| Yeah, kiss me here beneath the street lights | 
| And oh, in a lay-by, all covered in snow for now | 
| You and I, we’ve always been crows | 
| Hiding black wings beneath the snow | 
| You and I, we’ve always been crows | 
| Hiding yellow feet beneath the snow | 
| You’re in the headlights, darling oh! | 
| And you’re flying out over the road, no, no | 
| And you’re covered in snow | 
| And oh, you’re in the headlights, darling now | 
| You’re flying out over the road | 
| And you’re covered in snow |