road is cold from what I hear And I'm not changing it And this morning ate my glory But I'm still making it The road is cold from what I hear And
Oversettelse: Sosial Code. A Cold Road.
The road is cold from what I hear And I'm not changing it And this morning ate my glory But I'm still making it The road is cold from what I hear And
In late November on a lonely road I zipped up my sweater Cause I got cold I was under pressure and overwhelmed I lost my direction I had no way out Everyday
