all of the boys   in this small town   follow her eyes   and follow her down   over the grey horizon   that winter   I was the lucky one   I would keep up   and she would run   wherever the wind was running      and it's cold out    all the boats are   moored out Gaby says   they're all bound for    where she wants toStay    and there's a boat out    and when it    leaves the harbour   the angel on your   shoulder falls down   in the rain      we move around   misunderstood   out of a crowd   like lovers would   wherever the wind was running   all broken up   for one so tough   hating romance    and who needs love   only for reassurance      and it's dark out   all the streets are quiet now   aaby says they're all out   to hold you in the end   and if you've got one dream   shouldn't it be realised    'cause if it's only inside   it starts to drag you down      hearing the bell strike down the hours   striking the broken hearts and flowers   out of a world of indifference      and I tried to say   when things got worse   you'd be taken up   and be put first   over the grey horizon      and it's cold out   it's quiet out