3 acessos
My hands are too cold
Just to keep me going
Outside is in and
Inside is out
I think of you now
And my tears are flowing
Today you've lost
All the rendeers you got
Can't make money or love can't make money or love
I am talking to the stars above
There's frost on my strings
And rain in the doorway
Let the wind be a blaze
Blowing steam from my cup
Do you think of me now?
Don't betray what is so right
Let the rendeers of love
Pick the stars from above
Can't make money or love can't make money or love
I am talking to the stars above
Can't make money or love can't make money or love
I am talking to the stars above