kettle song

So I'll go Pedal the road Flowers, I don't know their names Rose I know But the village is closed Bumped my head, returning home I'll watch us grow brittle It's Christmas and there's no snow After all the spaces we went to Stills can cause alarm Watch us grow brittle It's Christmas again and there's no snow They shut down the cafe we went to And they burnt down the club that offered you a job So it goes, and you're lucky Burn out on sorrow to feel far away On my own, I was looking Out the window when the kettle sang