My cheeks are cold
and my hands are oh so lonely
…My shoes are strolling all alone
She's humming soft
and swaying oh so slowly
...Making those moves for moving home
I better walk you there
before the sun goes down
You know its easy for souls to grow cold alone out here tonight.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
My cheeks are cold
and my hands are oh so lonely
…My shoes are strolling all alone
She's humming soft
and swaying oh so slowly
...Making those moves for moving home
I better walk you there
before the sun goes down
You know its easy for souls to grow cold alone out here tonight.
