hands were naked I was singing without knowing the words So long, so high Then one day I just woke up And the wolves were all there Wolves in the piano
a winter wonderland although my favourite songs have notes that are wrong Alan Parsons in a winter wonderland and there's digital snow and frozen pianos
there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou His eyes went rubbering round the room and he seemed in a kind of daze Till at last that old piano
there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou. His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze, Till at last that old piano
Well, Tommy woke that morning with a headfull of rocks and Sylvia was in shock. The story they'd been faking had frozen on their lips and fallen through
So take it easy I know you blame yourself The only way I can see it I'd have to be somebody else Now the day is endin' The frozen rain has blown away
want to get off work And the short stop And the victim already gone berserk And the shroud tailor measures him For a deep six holiday The stiff is froze
get off work, and The short stop and the victim are already gone berserk And the shroud-tailor measures him for a deep-six holiday, The stiff is froze
hands were naked I was singing without knowing the words So long, so highs Then one day I just woke up And the wolves were all there Wolves in the piano
conversation tonight Thinking aloud how we struggled to find Our place in the dizzy heights Don't often do this We never really get the chance Nearly froze
bring that big joint (That's my word) Yeah (one) Yeah [Ghostface Killah] In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes
like Bobby Dylan only worse He ordered up a whisky which he drank like he was thirsty And ordered him another of the same Suddenly the silence of the frozen
Tapes Then It's Back To The Kitchen Gotta Mix Me A Cake Catch Me Off In Hotlanta, With The Michigan Flakes Pushing Keys Like Pianos, On A Mission For
fu prize, with that frozen ass fire cracker (everybody rize!) Get your panties off holy ships ready to attack, somebody get on the piano im getting john
save. Now this love I?ve made isn?t real. Shelter me, dearest lord, from this habit I can?t break. I?ve turned my back on you. Now this road back home has froze
it unfold in ya face nigga dis shit and wax is da inner taste off wit cha fukin head dispose of da body put da work on da street wrist froze at da party
red of blood But it's not mine Inside me there's no light and a frozen soul I can't understand but I like it Everything is clear but suddenly that piano
be grindin' more And it feels better than a tongue-kiss Carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored sunkist We musically grow unto the world like a fungus Amongst this, playin' the piano