Текст The Hotelier – Fear Of Good
Текст:
Skin, caked with sap of pine,
Can’t catch against my roaring mind.
The coat slips off my etched spine.
It’s a weight no longer carried
And I’m freezing, so freezing,
Oh so freezing — so freezing.
Oh so freezing — so freezing.
A message to my brother sky,
I long to hold your hand tonight
But when up against this summit’s height
I’m tense, I’m small, I’m speechless
And I’m freezing, so freezing,
Oh so freezing — so freezing.