Spring is rolling in I smell the sunlight on your skin Want to get on outside let our hair back into the wind? I've been tired of hanging 'round, tired of all the news of decay Getting tired of this town, and running out of reasons to stay
Just promise you'll stay mine Just promise it'll all work out fine
The air is so cold this time of year it's cold like a killer's sin And the lonely old forced hot air dries out your skin And it get's me so down when the loneliness spreads to your eyes Don't tell me it's fine, I know it's a lie
Why don't we turn it up, and the radio can sing us home The snow is melting faster now that sun's making me feel stoned Turn it up, c'mon baby sing along Let's loose these winter blues and we'll stumble homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
