I don't know what you have to give but like an army ranger i'm ready for what's in store.
i've got this cold feeling that you've got me on my knees. Bruised and battered begging for more.
In the winter snow i feel at home, your cold shoulder underneath my open arms.
Here take my jacket. what's mine is yours and what is ours… it grows.
like the flake of snow gently melting on your upper lip my feeling is unique.
the original copy in the museum of cold feet.
Brown eyes deeper than an offshore rift tell the story without a spoken word.
A story of hard times and hard people trekking through the snow.
When summer comes, we all melt away.
If you ever feel alone, don't be because i'm alone as well, stuck like glue
and I'm always coming back home to you