Iron Chic - The Old Man Of Crete - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Iron Chic - The Old Man Of Crete lyrics

Artist: Iron Chic

album: Toys That Kill Split

Can you hear me?
I'm crying out in my sleep
The talk comes cheap, oh
But it still ain't free, no
'Cause words have weight
And I carry mine
And when you said my name
That's the one that broke my spine
Let's go-ooh-oh, Lord knows
That hell is cold this time of year
So grab your coat
And meet me here
Can you feel me?
Like I feel the days turn to weeks
And these scars run deep, oh
It's just a part of me now
And I had faith
But it was undefined
And when it went away
That's when I changed my mind
Let's go-ooh-oh, Lord knows
That hell is cold this time of year
So grab your coat
And meet me here
Someone said that God was dead
So heaven knows the coast is clear
We faced our ghosts
This is a different kind of fear
One day, we'll fall (one day, we'll fall)
Trade our concert halls (concert halls)
For hospitals (hospitals)
Yeah, life is pain (goes on and on and on)
So I say
Let's go-ooh-oh, Lord knows
That hell is cold this time of year
So grab your coat
And meet me here
Someone said that God was dead
So heaven knows the coast is clear
We faced our ghosts
This is a different kind of fear

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