(you're beautiful) (for all your big mistakes) When do you come out to play? 'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me, He'd better start looking today. I don't know. I think they come from the cold (you stayed the same) To the city that don't snow.

Sitting up, late at night I tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell, black as spades Aware of my immediate surrounding In my place I escape up into my hideout Hiding from everyone My friends all say, "Dave you're mental anyway" hey! Drift into a deeper

I can't go on and on Setting fires to keep you warm I can't keep you from harm But I'm set on fire to keep you warm Out in the cold you've been I begged you to come back in But I can't do this again What would I do?

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46 In the morning, crack of dawn and Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this paging me and why? It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop Told me he was in the

So this world can't find a way to leave you cold And know you're not the only ship out on the ocean Save your strength for things that you can change Forgive the ones you can't You gotta let it go La la la la la la (let it go, let it go) let it go Spent

Wild is the wind Wild, wild is the wind That takes me away from you Cold is the night without your love You got to understand, baby Wild is the wind, To see me through, baby That blows through my heart tonight That tears us apart

Far away, far away California rain is falling I can hear the summer calling A song that's fading Put me on a plane tomorrow I'll try to run from all my sorrow From endless waiting It's so cold here without my sun I'm so sad here, far away from everyone

Eclipse you, And we hide behind, Lies, anger, Hate they shoo love away, Build shells of ourselves outside, It shelters body from cold reigns of reality, Come on, Step out, of your rind, assemble strength, focus, Release and run to me you can never look

If you feel the glow, out from the cold If you love me tell me so Love, don't let me go (Don't you let me, don't you let me go, if you feel it) I'm trying to keep my feelings close But I miss you I suppose It's from my fingers to our toes There are

You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All