Cold Blooded Old Times 歌詞

Cold-blooded old times The type of memories that turns your bones to glass Turns your bones to glass Mother came rushing in she said we didn't see a thing We said we didn't see a thing And father left at eight Nearly splintering the gate Cold-blooded old times The type of memory That turns your bones to glass Turns your bones to glass And though you where Just a little swirl You understood every word And in this way they gave you clarity A cold-blooded clarity Cold-blooded old times Now how can I stand and laugh with the man Who redefined your body Those cold-blooded old times...