Love is, is a train that’s calling me home to you And my heart is, but a thread that’s keeping me sewn to you, to you. So tie this heavy heart down to the sea And watch as shifting tides tilt you from me.
And if my hands are cold, doesn’t mean I’m growing old ‘cause these hands are moulds and they need your love to hold And if my hands are cold, doesn’t mean I’m growing
Love is, is a flame that’s drawing my close to you But my heart is, isn’t working like it’s supposed to do, to do. So tie this heavy heart down to the sea And watch as shifting tides tilt you from me.
And if my hands are cold, doesn’t mean I’m growing old ‘cause these hands are moulds and they need your love to hold And if my hands are cold, doesn’t mean I’m growing old...
And if my hands are cold, doesn’t mean I’m growing old ‘cause these hands are moulds and they need your love to hold If my hands are cold, doesn’t mean I’m growing old...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
