I'm on the chase like a letterpress Dead ends and dreams tend to coalesce All things will end and you know it best I'm not a movable type but
I'll call you on the road There's somewhere I need to go There's still more I need to know We brace ourselves for the snow When Fillmore County gets cold
Scared it's the last time That I'll ever see you If we don't speak again How can I forgive you? But you've got a hold on me It's kinda like magic Yeah, it splits me right in half When everything's a trick
I'll call you on the road There's somewhere I need to go There's still more I need to know We brace ourselves for the snow I probably should have known The way things go on your own How clay loam always erodes The world spins out of control And Fillmore County gets coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
