paroles de chanson Cold - From "Whistle Down The Wind" - Andrew Lloyd Webber , The Everly Brothers

The flowers have all died, the skies are going grey
I begged my baby not to leave, I couldn't make her stay
The heat has disappeared, the eternal flame is low
The forecast ain't so good, I'm all messed up no place to go
It's cold, like a frozen teardrop
There's a chill in the air, and there's ice in my vein and it won't stop
It's cold, like an endless winter
The moon's on the run and even the sun is cold
I gotta see my girl, I gotta see her eyes
The barometer is falling, only she can make it rise
There's nothing on the trees, there's nothing for me here
I gotta find salvation and some thermal underwear
It's cold and it's getting colder
They're evacuating Satan who's waiting for hell to freeze over
It's cold, like an endless winter
The stars are all gone and even the sun is cold
The moon's on the run and even the sun is cold
I gotta see my girl, I gotta see her eyes (Girl - gotta see my girl, gotta see her eyes)
The barometer is falling, only she can make it rise (Falling - she can make it rise)
There's nothing on the trees, there's nothing for me here (Nothing on the trees, nothing for me here)
I gotta find salvation and some thermal underwear (And some thermal underwear)
It's cold and it's getting colder
They're vaccinatin' Satan who's shaking all over pneumonia
It's cold, like an endless winter
The moon's on the run and even the sun is cold
The stars are all gone and even the sun is cold
The world is too old and even the sun is cold