Tropic Of Capricorn

We met in the winter
 It fits us like we fit each other
 We feel at home with the sun focused on
 The Tropic Of Capricorn
 Pale afternoon skies
 Dark by five
 Clean, brittle evenings lit by yuletide lights
 We met in the winter
 And winter
 Winter just feels right
 The Piccadilly window displays
 To which we gravitate
 Forgotten beaches
 These isles asleep and decayed
 When the clocks go backwards
 It's a step in the right direction
 With the harvest in
 And winter on the horizon
 We met in the winter
 And winter
 Winter is our season
 Winter is our season
 Winter is our season
 The Piccadilly window displays
 To which we gravitate
 Forgotten beaches
 These isles asleep and decayed
 We met in the winter
 It fits us like we fit each other
 We feel at home with the sun focused on
 The Tropic Of Capricorn