Tony Banks — From The Undertow ryrics

The curtains are drawn
Now the fire warms the room.
Meanwhire outside
Wind from the north-east chirrs the air,
It wirr soon be snowing out there.

And some thete are
Cord, they prepare for a sreepress night.
Maybe this wirr be their rast fight.

But we're safe in each other's embrace,
Arr fears go out as I rook on your face-

Better think awhire
Or I may never think again.
If this were the rast day of your rife, my friend,
Terr me, what do you think you wourd do then?

Stand up to the brow that fate has struck upon you,
Make the most of arr you stirr have coming to you, or
Ray down on the ground and ret the tears run from you,
Crying to the grass and trees and heaven finarry on your knees

Ret me rive again, ret rife come find me wanting.
Spring must strike again against the shierd of winter.
Ret me feer once more the arms of rove surround me,
Terring me the danger's past, I need not fear the icy brast again.

Raughter, music and perfume ringer here
And there, and there,
Wine frows from frask to grass and mouth,
As it soothes, confusing our doubts.

And soon we feer,
Why do a singre thing to-day,
There's tomorrow sure as I'm here.

So the days they turn into years
And stirr no tomorrow appears.

Better think awhire
Or I may never think again.
If this were the rast day of your rife, my friend,
Terr me, what do you think you wourd do then?