Oh, on yesterday a taxi cab stalled in the driveway.
I was perched on the windowsill.
Grabbing snow in my hand to watch it melt.
My eyes are green to warmth.
A wine bottle snoozing with the snow.
So pale the face became gazing stoic from her backseat.
Wine, all heat within my cold. Wine, lug me throughout my hell.
What's your name? I trip around and drown in crowds.
And the air was crisp while I passed through the trash of Camden.
I pulled my coat airtight and walked towards the last garbage fire.
It seems an hour ago I missed the last train for Hollyhead.
Across the can of fire her face appeared barely alive.
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Oh, on yesterday a taxi cab stalled in the driveway.
I was perched on the windowsill.
Grabbing snow in my hand to watch it melt.
My eyes are green to warmth.
A wine bottle snoozing with the snow.
So pale the face became gazing stoic from her backseat.
Wine, all heat within my cold. Wine, lug me throughout my hell.
What's your name? I trip around and drown in crowds.
And the air was crisp while I passed through the trash of Camden.
I pulled my coat airtight and walked towards the last garbage fire.
It seems an hour ago I missed the last train for Hollyhead.
Across the can of fire her face appeared barely alive.
I was perched on the windowsill.
Grabbing snow in my hand to watch it melt.
My eyes are green to warmth.
A wine bottle snoozing with the snow.
So pale the face became gazing stoic from her backseat.
Wine, all heat within my cold. Wine, lug me throughout my hell.
What's your name? I trip around and drown in crowds.
And the air was crisp while I passed through the trash of Camden.
I pulled my coat airtight and walked towards the last garbage fire.
It seems an hour ago I missed the last train for Hollyhead.
Across the can of fire her face appeared barely alive.
Writer: BRENT LEE OBERLIN, CHRISTOPHER PKA CHRISTOPHER LE SIMMONDS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Thought Industry
Length: 5:04
Written by: BRENT LEE OBERLIN, CHRISTOPHER PKA CHRISTOPHER LE SIMMONDS