Текст песни




It's eight am, singing
Go outta my window
There's nowhere to go
All covered in snow
My face in the mirror, a handful of wrinkles
The teas in the pot, the biscuits on the floor
I think I've been dreaming, a horse running freely
And your face again
I wasn't needing anymore
The flowers in my hair, the screams at your bed
I was a widow
I was a widow
Cold, cold, if you hold me, I'll be better
It's you and I to live for
Cold, cold, if you hold me, I'll be better
It's you and I to live for
Dark, dark, if you come here, I'll be better
The renaissance of my colors deep with me
Go, go, if you go near I'll be better
It's you and I to live for
Your face blends as we dive in, in the water
We fade in the undertow
We're in the cold now, in my eyes we see the devil
And I burn all over you



Авторы: Federica Caiozzo, Giampaolo Speziale



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