Think of a single number Between just one and ten Add on the steely silence That breaks out now and then Take away impromptu Divide the time we've shared Then give me your final answer Is it that you never cared There's a silence on the radio And I know it's time to go 'Cause the forecast in this room tonight Says it's way too cold It's way too cold for snow When summer seared our teenage skin When all we had was time You'd have guessed that number Sensed every telling sign Three am exhaustion Aretha's all night long Drifting in from Luxembourg Now you say you hate that song There's a silence on the radio A wind too harsh to blow 'Cause the forecast in this room tonight Says it's way too cold It's way too cold for snow I took a road less travelled While you just hailed a cab Then revelled in your liberty While I picked up the tab Seems there's nothing more That's left to do But cross this ice cold floor Just kiss goodbye to all we had And close the bedroom door The wino in the doorway Is the only one to know As the Belfast night falls silent It's way too cold There's a silence on the radio And I know it's time to go 'Cause the forecast in this room tonight Says it's way too cold It's way too cold