Letra de Cold Blooded Old Times
Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times The type of memories That turn your bones to glass Turn your bones to glassMother came rushing in She said we didn't see a thing We said we didn't see a thing And father left at eight Nearly splintering the gate Cold blooded old timesCold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times The type of memories That turn your bones to glass Turn your bones to glassAnd though you were Just a little squirrel You understood every word And in this way They gave you clarity A cold blooded clarityCold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old timesThough how can I stand And laugh with the man Who redefined your body?Now how can I stand And laugh with the man Who redefined your body? Those cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times