Getting cold but I have my own sweater
* your body, yes, if it's not, it's way better if it were
Ginger can rose when your son call me a prostitute
She gave her your sweater
You're lost in despair and trying not to panic
But now it's too late to come by
I'm no god and I'm better
No my words I'm heather
No my words I'm heather
I'm taken for granted
Eyes blue or brown can't remember
But lord I try my best
Back since 3rd of December
Eyes green, no grey can remember,
but I bet you know the color of death
There is
eyes blue, or brown can remember,
Lord of Trumans, back since 3rd of December
Eyes green, no grey can remember,
but I bet you know the color of death
There is eyes blue,
or brown can remember,
Lord of Trumans, back since 3rd of December
But I scream, no gray can remember
But I bet you know the color of that bear
It's getting cold but I have my own sweater
* your body, yes, if you start to play better You were
playing Jack and Rose
When your son called me up close
Cause he gave you your sweater
So you're lost in your bed and trying not to beg
The 3rd of December,
I scream,
no grey can remember
But I bet you know the colour of heather is grey I do,
but brown can't remember,
Lord, I try my best not to
The 3rd of December,
I scream,
no grey can remember