all away I found myself in someone else's mess On a winter's day It was the last performance of the night We found each other's hands and held on
up Ticking of the clock and the cradle rock The colours stand still And then they move around Comin' in and out of focus upside down Empty winter
chest: the soul watches TV And gorges itself on blood and popcorn Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter
Colour in the shade of winters tide I'm not waiting, diving, diving down. Nothing left for star gazing tonight and i know you're diving, diving down
escape The day to answer Oden's call Or walk through hel's gate The fate of Norns await us all I know this to be true It's time to answer Odens's call
so crazy and it's stay tryin to split em Stay with his shirt off, gang of tattoos All the homies like, nigga he act just like you Jermaine it's true,
to escape The day to answer Oden's call Or walk through hel's gate The fate of Norns await us all I know this to be true It's time to answer Odens's
tie up Ticking of the clock and the cradle rock The colours stand still And then they move around Comin' in and out of focus upside down Empty winter
