Cotton Jones
Man Climbs Out Of The Winter
I number the yearsI wallow in waterI number the hoursI wait in the sunI number the roadsI tread in silenceAnd all of these numbersWill blend into oneI number the flowersAt the foot of the mountainI number the mountainsI never did climbI number the daysI get up in the morningAll of these numbersAre numbers of mineYou climb inside your favorite recordI climb inside your favorite dressI love to watch you walk around the roomYou like to watch me sit aroundAnd bitchBut the sun's burnin' up our windowLetras de cancionesBeggin' us to to come outsideMaybe tonightI don't knowBut maybe tonightOooohhhh
From Letras Mania