作曲 : Adrian Borland
 The fountain's lost its golden tint
 Abandoned to the wild ocean wind
 The carefree faces have returned
 To old routines in distant towns and homes
 It's such an empty place to be
 Where the desperation the Summer doesn't see
 Fear holds a mirror to our lives
 A mirror to our lives
 This Winter Beach

 No one walks the promenade
 No color breaks that endless strip of grey
 The shops have closed their shutters fixed
 Nothing stirs those rusting silver lips
 With all the trappings of decay
 The flecking paint on a battered haunting frames
 It holds a mirror to our lives
 A mirror to our lives
 This Winter Beach

 It holds a mirror to our lives
 A mirror to our lives
 This Winter Beach
 This Winter Beach
 This Winter Beach