. Stiffly walking words, They seem to hang here You place each Phrase like puzzle pieces: Planned, Precise, and Perfect You play me like a piano or
don?t even mind Woke up in the morning as the ice began to freeze You tried to stop the current and the changing of the leaves But I was frozen in the
voice Of Harold Montgomery gives a special interpretation To the grand old hymn, "The Old Rugged Cross" Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web
to 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
I'm frozen like a photo, a sepia-colored picture, voices in the hall, line the flower on the wall. Me n Isabella, playin' the piano, melodies we pen,
inside reverb rain Your festive summer you just couldn't blame (wait ?) We became free into darkness then Until the night silence distance froze Our
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 to death
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