Sondrega - Cold Feet/Colder Hands

Calm on the outside, chaos with in
Trying to make the mess count
So don't come at me on some weak shit

Wither like roses
Play me like a violin
You're a glass of red wine
I'm the sunday moring after

You got, cold feet and even colder hands
I don't wanna dance with you
Like we used to do

Cause we, both know i wouldn't stand a chance
I don't wanna dance with you
Like we used to

The ground has been shifting, under my feet
But im a steady as a tree
Let me harvest my leaves and make me some tea

The kettle is boiling, it's been this way for a while
It's whistling softly
«You can't fool anyone with that smile»

You got, cold feet and even colder hands
I don't wanna dance with you
Like we used to do

Cause we, both know i wouldn't stand a chance
I don't wanna dance with you
Like we used to

Written by:
Sondre Arnesen

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