Original lyrics...
I have to drive
I have my reasons, dear
Its cold outside
I hate the seasons here
They suffer mornings most of all
I feel so powerless and small
By ten o’clock I’m back in bed
fighting the jury in my head
We lean to drive
Its very common, dear
my friend and I
I’m very frightened. here
We suffer mornings most of all
we take our oxygen mask off
A song goes thick and makes us breath
We have no choice we have to breath
It is a delicate passion
Spin the bottle
End transmission
something leaking
It’s the weekend
It’s the weekend
Oh Christ the claws are broken
We’ll have to drive
Or else they’ll catch us
Jest get inside
And take our chance’s
We suffer mornings most of all
Wake in a Twisted mess and call to find a telephone and cough
“Meet you In an hour at the bar”
Original lyrics... I have to drive I have my reasons, dear Its cold outside I hate the seasons here They suffer mornings most of all I feel so powerless and small By ten o’clock I’m back in bed fighting the jury in my head
We lean to drive Its very common, dear my friend and I I’m very frightened. here
We suffer mornings most of all we take our oxygen mask off A song goes thick and makes us breath We have no choice we have to breath It is a delicate passion Spin the bottle End transmission something leaking It’s the weekend It’s the weekend Oh Christ the claws are broken
We’ll have to drive Or else they’ll catch us Jest get inside And take our chance’s
We suffer mornings most of all Wake in a Twisted mess and call to find a telephone and cough “Meet you In an hour at the bar”