Norwegian coffee, melting mud And a winter that just lingers on I'm wonderin' when enough is enough Slippin' heating packets underneath your cup
The time keeps piling on, it's a march And by 5 o clock its already dark I'm seein' you see everyone but me Watchin' you get drunk makes me wanna be
Honey be my little sun When we ain't gettin' none Cup your hands round the match Fasten up your last jacket latch Stand and sway with me In the dark cold loneliness breeze
Familiar death markin' miles And there's a fleetin' sense of restoration The ice and snow left bruises on you knee The heaters blowin' but it don't blow with ease
The months won't move We are stuck And the rollin' quiet of this little truck The white sand bags are weighin' down the back Where the skeletons of Christmas still lay in plastic sacks
Honey be my little sun When we ain't gettin' none Cup your hands round the match Fasten up your last jacket latch Stand and sway with me In the dark cold loneliness breeze
Honey be my little sun When we ain't gettin' none Cup your hands round the match Fasten up your last jacket latch Stand and sway with me In the dark cold loneliness breezeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
