A drink with desire but no direction is only a stomachache And the pain keeps me up late waiting, contemplating
How am I supposed to sleep When my thoughts are on the run I chase them down, pull out a loaded gun
And I lay Contemplate What is my fate?
It’s cold The winter when you’re getting old And all of the mistakes you’ve owned Will you turn it around turn it around when it’s It’s cold The winter when you’re getting old So sit yourself up and go Will you turn it around
When will it kick in? The swallowed inspiration Pacing, waiting The clock keeps saying Time is running out.
And I lay Contemplate What is my fate?
It’s cold The winter when you’re getting old And all of the mistakes you’ve owned Will you turn it around turn it around when it’s It’s cold The winter when you’re getting old So sit yourself up and go Will you turn it around
Oh, there’s static in my brain Questions excessive, Answers MIA And I lay, Contemplate. All of stomachaches and worries, Wide awake with uncertainty And I lay, Contemplate.
When It’s cold The winter when you’re getting old With all of the mistakes you’ve owned Will you turn it around Turn it around When it’s It’s cold The winter when you’re getting old So sit yourself up and go Will you turn it aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
