Billow - In a Cabin

An impassioned speech
Helped you to get further
Not to stop it here
Stop it here
A neat whiskey's what you drink
You still profess your hatred of love
Well I don't trust you much
I don't trust you much
You still profess your hatred of love
Well I don't trust you much
I don't trust you much
You're captured in a cabin
Let's call it your home
Let's call it your home
You make a fire
Every other day and night
There is cold inside
Cold inside
And then you start the fight
You still profess your hatred of love
Well I don't trust you much
I don't trust you much
You're captured in a cabin
Let's call it your home
Let's call it your home
You're captured in a cabin
Let's call it your home
Let's call it your home
The pictures in a cabin
Let's call it your home
Let's call it your home
The pictures in a cabin
Let's call it your home
Let's call it your home

Written by:
Jakub Zboril, Lenka Zborilova, Vojtech Vesely

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