The Sinclairs ft. Jane Horrocks - Pillow Fight Skies Lyrics

Once we were snowflakes
That fell down like feathers
From stuffed clouds of laughter
In winter-bright, pillow-fight skies
Pillow-fight skies...

We fell through the morning
& tumbled in corners
Drifting in soft waves of
Promises, kisses & dreams

But Christmas is not what it seems anymore
Just dirty grey snow by the door
Dirty grey snow by the door

Now we fall through the weekends
Like bricks through a window
The unpolished promise
Grown distant & dull through the years

We drift with distraction
Like trucks with dead drivers
Ploughing the motorway miles
Between love & regret

We drink hard each Christmas
to warm up & yet we don't thaw
Like dirty grey snow by the door
Dirty grey snow by the door

& bitten by frost
we bear the cost
& I dreamed that this Christmas
just might not be lost

when I saw
snowflakes fall outside our door.