Slush

Yesterday you fell out of the sky

Covered all my faults up, just like snow

You turned this place into a Winter Wonderland

I barely recognise who or where I am.

My heart melted at your touch：

Turned to slush.

This substance does not belong in the city.

Just as snow cannot stay on the ground for long.

The gritters come & they turn it all to slush.

Cos folks round here - well, they got to catch the bus.

My heart melted at your touch:

Turned to slush.

& if I could, I would refrigerate this moment.

I would preserve it for all time.

But I know that I don't stand a snowball in Hell's chance

So let's sing 'Auld Langs Ayne'.

Sing it out now!

My heart melted at your touch:

Turned into slush.