Из альбома: Two Bicycles
Cold weather bring your arms to my bed
Cold weather bring your arms to my bed
I fell off of the ugly rioting ladders
To photograph sheep in the evenings
Oh, tugging my shoelace
Tonight silhouettes will follow you
And my photo will be haunting you
And I'll be alone in the house
Cold weather bring your arms to my bed
Cold weather bring your arms to my bed