Rathbone - Frozen Тексты

Frozen

And it goes like standing outside by a train side bed
Go to town high shoes and the spit shine
I wave my hand

Well sail along
Bad timing gone
Cant share tomorrow
Not enough time

Frozen like I dont know how or where to turn
Caught in a moment of show
More than I would like to know half the time
Make it out as we go

And it goes like making small talk with a good times friend
Pass the drive by seeds and the sun dried
I raise my head