Cold Years - Low

There's a break in the clouds today
For some reason I ran out of words to say
Life's a bitch, it's a lottery
Not in contention, but I'd love just to believe

Wow, wow
Wow, wow
Wow, wow
Wow, wow

All my transgressions what could have been
There's a reason I can't ever seem to fit in
Reality just loves to bring me down
I am exhausted from spinning around and around

I should get out of this wreck I've made
But self-destruction just comes naturally (in the end)
I've made my bones, I won't keep up with the Jones
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low

Wow, wow
Wow, wow
Wow, wow
Wow, wow

I'm not sure what I couldn't take
Think I ran out of careers to fake again
Dinner parties and a gut full of wine
Come Monday morning I'll tell myself that I'm fine

I should get out of this wreck I've made
But self-destruction just comes naturally (in the end)
I've made my bones I won't keep up with the Jones
Keep your head down low

Maybe my symptom is my enemy
I'm done with all these fucking pleasantries (in the end)
Bury my bones I'm done with the Jones
Keep your head down low
Keep your head down low

I sit and watch the raindrops fall down the window
I'm tired of waiting for the sun to kiss my skin

I sit and watch the raindrops fall down the window
I'm tired of waiting for the sun to kiss my skin

I sit and watch the raindrops fall down the window
I'm tired of waiting for the sun to kiss my skin

I sit and watch the raindrops fall down the window
I'm tired of waiting for the sun to kiss my skin

Written by:
Ross Gordon, Finlay Urquhart, Louis Craighead, Jimmy Taylor

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Lyrics © SENTRIC MUSIC

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