Lyrics
Our king throws soot on the street
And Roses at your feet
He only calls when he's in need
When the tiger's in the weeds
How far will I go
Crawling through the snow
You know how I feel
And still you call
Our son takes the skin off his knee
And the wind from the breeze
Call off your doberman please
Claw for the sheets
How far will I go
Crawling through the snow
You know how I feel
And still you call