Janice, I know that somehow we got lost in the storm Dark clouds are rolling across the morning sky [...that are stiff with the cold] Stories of old... And Janice, tomorrow I will walk across the moorland A perfect place to rest your head in my arms Forget the wailing alarms Oh yes a good friend said that I would only make you cry Oh strangers they come in disguise Such emptiness in their eyes And woman, in times of trouble when your spirits are low Remember that's the only song we could share And it was your word against mine There was anything that could last a little longer Than the journey to your room Oh yes a very good friend said I would only make you cry Strangers that come in disguise, such emptiness in their eyes She's gone for cheap shower unit and the colour tv Two tone lumber, faded carpet by the sea Walking backwards through the snow, baby please don't go Walking backwards through the snow, baby please don't go Walking backwards through the snow, and baby please don't you go No No Walking Walking backwards Don't go