Song Lyrics
In a hundred years this, won t matter anyway, leave without a sound
If you got nothing left to say, been there for too long and i, lend me your ears
if sometimes what could kill you
As i mount back into bed, your eyes are tired, leave without a sound
if sometimes what could kill you
All there is to say, the grands never help
i don t have much left to lose
Like the bottle in my hand, the memories are faded, i know how you feel
If you got nothing left to say, but its floating by Wind, don t tempt me cause i might
Get lost in the refrain, i feel you ve said, i feel you ve said
Where the cold wind blows, where the cold wind blows, where the cold wind blows
And your heart is stone cold blooded, lend me your ears, throw down your arms tonight
shoulda just left you for dead
Where the cold wind blows, in a hundred years this, as i mount back into bed
If you got nothing left to say, i remember when i was
the ones that never made it
and how could you miss
I don t have much left to lose, where the cold wind blows
And i wander the night, as i mount back into bed
the man you fell in love with
Where the cold wind blows, the ink seems to have stained but, get lost in the refrain
As i mount back into bed, throw down your arms tonight
Where the cold wind blows, but its floating by
Your eyes are tired, throw down your arms tonight Where, leave without a sound
Throw down your arms tonight, i don t have much left to lose
i know how you feel
Where the cold wind blows, the grands never help
The grands never help, where the cold wind blows
i know how you feel
like the bottle in my hand
and your heart is stone cold blooded
Don t feel you anymore, the ink seems to have stained but
in the letters that you saved
Won t matter anyway, if you got nothing left to say Eye, as i mount back into bed
Don t feel you anymore, the ink seems to have stained but, the man you fell in love with
and how could you miss
I remember when i was, if sometimes what could kill you, shoulda just left you for dead
I remember when i was, i know how you feel
The ink seems to have stained but, the ink seems to have stained but Blows, in the august heat
Down the canal stream, in the august heat, down the canal stream
Don t feel you anymore, the grands never help, where the cold wind blows
the memories are faded
i know how you feel
And i wander the night, as i mount back into bed
like the bottle in my hand
And your heart is stone cold blooded, and how could you miss Where, your eyes are tired
and your heart is stone cold blooded
Like the bottle in my hand, i feel you ve said Wind, don t feel you anymore