Paroles de Hands In Pockets

Up with the sunrise you'll be staring Out through the window of the day I'll be another waking shadow Cast on the covers of your bed Give me another waking moment Shine against the solemn grate Tell me the seasons is almost over I can wait So goes another winter slowy Hands in the pockets of my coat You'll be first to spin your story I'll be the last to let you go Tell me you always go before me Out along the solemn grate Tell me the season is almost over I can wait When in day light leaves you staring Out in another under tow I'll be tired conversation I'll be waiting, get home Tell me you always go before me Out along the solemn grate Tell me the season is almost over I can wait I can wait I can wait