4 acessos
When a love grows cold
Like the fire come dawn
It is a bigger tune
Old homes know through and through
When is it too soon to walk
When to run dry of talk from burning just the same
Was it easier in days gone by, clear skies and storms alike
And words of ties that bind
From time to time, a man must go
But let me tell you friend, it is a long way down
When is it too soon to walk
When to run dry of talk from burning just the same
Was it easier in days gone by, clear skies and storms alike
And words of ties that bind
When the whining's free but the love's still true
It's been done before, you can work it through