Текст песни
We're standing at the bus stop
Funny how the week feels short tonight
Our bus is coming
Our one-way ride back home
Those were beautiful days
Wine and me, a table full of plates
Salads, vegetables, cold cuts
Little pleasures we won't forget
The New Year's fading now
January third is freezing outside
Cold wind on our faces
Breathing smoke into the night
We danced, we laughed, we slipped downhill
Walked through the forest
We shouted loud and heard the echo
Like no one else existed but the sun
Snow is cracking under our feet
Red cheeks burning on our skin
TV's on, unfamiliar faces
Other people's voices, other people's lives
Time is moving, moving on
The New Year slowly slips away
Holidays are coming to an end
And this moment turns into a memory
We went to sleep
Dreaming 'til eleven in the morning light
But every story has an ending
And it's time to say goodbye
Soon it's workdays
Soon alarms and crowded days
So we breathe this moment deeper
Knowing it won't come back again
We wave our hands
Blowing kisses through the cold
No promises, no sad words
Just silence hanging there
The New Year passes, passes on
Holiday's are almost gone
The bus arrives
And it's time to go back home
