might
I've got a head full of dreams That I just can't live down
No,
heading home I turn a corner And
hear a sound I haven't heard in years
Something that's always been there I just can't remember where
Memories of places I've never seen
The cold cuts deep
into his bones The wind cuts deep into his thoughts
Twist as liquor in the night They
carry each other through the sky
Tonight,
heading home I turn a corner And
hear a sound I haven't heard in years
Something that's always been there I just can't remember where
Memories of places I've never seen The cold cuts deep into his bones
The wind cuts deep into
his thoughts Still his fingers cut deep,
cut deep into the sky
He's a walk away
into the night No one sees that he gets home tonight
The cold cuts deep into his bones
The wind cuts deep into his thoughts