It covers the roadways It covers the hillsides It covers the houses It covers the frozen pines
We had the snowfall To run all the rations dry When we got hungry We've taken what wasn't ours
Now we will set out The seats are cold in this boat as we head towards the ocean Making our way out Trying to survive as we head out towards the ocean
I'm not sure where this river goes But we have no choice but to follow There was smoke in the sky over those trees Let us hope they are kind to you and me
Let us hope Let us hope they have enough Winter comes it sure is rough Maybe they'll welcome us Won't ask much The rations were low and we couldn't help it So off we go
It covers the roadways It covers the hillsides It covers the houses It covers the frozen pines
Now we will set out The seats are cold in this boat as we head towards the ocean Making our way out Trying to survive as we head out towards the ocean Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
