歌词
Remember all the drives
Through the cloudy mountainsides
When the river starved to death
Whatever feelings you had in you left
When the enemy unwinds
And all the cells begin to divide
What is this feeling in the rain?
What if I never feel this air again?
One for the bold
We get two for the man
Ooh, this is a song for the sold
Stick a finger to the cold, ah
Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the cold
A hundred eyes to hold
The very many smiles of old
And when your mother died you fell
Off of the the silhouetted carousel
Now the evergreen is bright
And brings a silver to the night
What is this feeling in the rain?
What if I never the air again?
Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the cold
