- If you caught pneumonia and died I really can't stay - Get over that old out Ahh, but it's cold outside Baby it's cold outside Brr its cold... It's cold
implied - If you caught pneumonia and died I really can't stay - Get over that old out Ahh, but it's cold outside Baby it's cold outside Brr its cold... It's cold
: Cavalier roses, but the thorns got in my soul Chocolate box intention, but a bitter taste left me cold Take a little something, a present clouds
: [PARKWAY DRIVE] I'd give the world for you to look my way. I'd give it all. Just to feel your love. Cast aside. Separate. Destroyed. Sweet laughter
no no But in the morning You seem to disappear Here come the night You seem to reappear Is this a warning? I've got a feeling you're not Telling me the truth (you cast
the horizons with a cold spectrum of light as my tail in silence the cold depths greet me as I plunge forth to cast out the flame" Forever... Oh
: Out of the windowpane, horizon unfolds The spell cast upon my land blurs my blue eyes? Ancient feel, a time long gone, earth power unleashed Vestige
is breaking on these woods cast deep in shades of doom My road is long, the end so vague, I?m praying to be true All around a world of ice, so cold and
take some chances from your glances I see it's wrong Winter's here and it's a long one to be alone and in the cold Brother sun you cast a shadow, now
: If I ain't cool My daddy gonna send me To Military School If I ain't nice My girlie gonna freeze me With cold shoulder ice If I'm real late My teacher
: i awaken -- deep in the grasp of frozen pines not a shred of clothing, yet i feel no cold the woods envelope my soul perception multiplies my senses
in some dappled sunlit glade And I dream and in my dream I am lost and afraid And it grows dark, it grows damp and I shiver and I'm cold And deep inside
A crooked finger points, a spell is cast, words can kill A weaver of the web of tears, a daughter of the dark Oh, the moon is so cold See the grace of
run so far away from home Mesmerized by promises and gold Took the wrong left, turn, it's just a one way street Now she's all alone, out in the cold
. A portrait of my angel, That I love most of all - I'll have painted from a snapshot onto my bedroom wall. Where the suns warm rays, and the moon's cold beam Will cast
and they filled my ears with tubes (whoaaaa) I never talked 'til I was three years old Then I had a speech impediment that kept me in the cold (whoaaaa
