3 acessos
You decide to be alone
And hell it's cold enough to hibernate
So let her drift into the snow
It's where she chooses how to operate
Might be time to pack her in
Set the sails and just get hauled away
Maybe East or something
West was overrated anyway
The storm is coming down
And these old walls are wearing thin
There's an ache to this town
And something's gotta give
If were digging for gold
And coming up dry
Just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
So you decide to be alone
And sometimes loneliness can be your friend
So let me drift into the snow
It's where I'm tempted most to make amends
We can wash our hands of all of this
And we can hide behind shit-eating grins
It's probably something I missed
I wasn't listening when I should have been
The storm is coming down
And these old walls are wearing thin
There's an ache to this town
And something's gotta give if we're digging for gold
And coming up dry
It's just a matter of time
Just a matter of time