Let's count the days until winter comes our way. We're all tired and ready to breathe. And there's a rumor that. . There's a bitter cold chill in the air..
This is me calling you out for all these built up superstitions. They haunt me now and then for just a little light down here. . Well, I would run, I would cross a thousand seas.
The alarm clock's buzzin', and I'm thinkin' wasn't it. Just a minute ago. Since you and me lover. Climbed under the covers, now it's already time to go.