Cold blooded old times. Cold blooded old times. Cold blooded old times. . The type of memories. That turn your bones to glass. Turn your bones to glass.
Oh whoa (x4). . Well you're a wild horse. On a collision course. With the sun. (repeat). . I wanted to ride that wild horse. Into the sun. (repeat). .
There's a hunger in my hands. I try to rub in into your body. But I don't believe in this. I don't believe in you. I don't believe in me. . I came blue, came blue.
If you can't see what I'm seeing. If you fear what is to come. If you can't hear what I'm hearing. Then we may as well call it done. It's a long road that I'm walking.
Cover me up, cover me down. Cover me with your eyes. Take me for granted, take me right now. 'Cos what I want wat you want, I want what you want. Bite on the apple, bite on my lips.
Oh, Christmastime's a-comin'. Christmastime's a-comin'. Christmastime's a-comin'. And I know I'm goin' home. . Snow flake's a-fallin'. My old heart's a-callin'.
Christmas time is here. Happiness and cheer. Fun for all, that children call. Their favorite time of year. . Snowflakes in the air. Carols everywhere.
I put away the groceries. And I take my daily bread. I dream of your arms around me. As I tuck the kids in bed. . I don't know what you're doin'. And I don't know where you are.
Sing a Christmas Carol. (Christmas children live in a Christmas daydream). Sing a Christmas Carol. (Christmas children hunger for Christmas morning). Sing a Christmas Carol.
Hey Jack, take back all those lines you're tripping. That's not who I am. It ain't that quaint, your composure's slipping. Right into my hands. . ('Cause when, just a little bit, just a little bit).
Corn fed. . We don't flip the bird, we don't cuss and scream. When the cars don't move when the light turns green. We don't lock our doors when we leave the house.
Written by Shannon Brown / Blair Daly / Troy Verges. . I don't feel hung over I don't feel strung out. Could I be clean and sober, did I finally lay it down.
Im sitting here and got myself situated. Between a rock and a real hard place. My name is mud and here it gets complicated. I got egg dripping all over my face.
There's one around my finger. One around my coffee cup. One around the hands of time. And that big orange ball a comin' up. . There's one around my eight to five.
You can tell by the way the kids are all grinning. And by the size of the crowds in and out of church. When there's this many men out shopping with the women.
Everyone should know a love like this. One you can't hold back, you can't resist. One that shows without a doubt. What life is all about. . You showed me the more love's given.
I need to sit and talk to you and open up my heart. I can feel it comin' up from the deepest part?. I guess, I am tryin' to say I love you, I'm callin' out.
At the cafe down on the corner. With a lost look on his face. There ain't no fields to plow. No reason to now. He's just a little out of place. . They say crime don't pay.
There's a coffee stain around your eye and lines that I don't recognize. Everything changed from being okay, the night that you came home so late. I knew by the time on the stove that you were no longer mine alone.