| [00:36] |
The pink blizzard |
| [00:40] |
Thank god he's warm, he's smiling, he loves the snow |
| [00:53] |
Oh, and when he gets older he'll understand |
| [01:03] |
That angels get bitter and blood stains their hands |
| [01:26] |
Leaves are falling, mountains crumbling |
| [01:30] |
She's in love with a memory |
| [01:34] |
Leaves are falling, mountains crumbling |
| [01:38] |
She's in love with a memory |
| [02:00] |
My eyes gaze on a city asleep in the sun pink orange amoroso |
| [02:13] |
Winter's begun and i'm alone |
| [02:16] |
My mother said to me: 'son, never say die,' |
| [02:25] |
So i grew up believing in people that try |
| [02:49] |
Leaves are falling, mountains crumbling |
| [02:53] |
She's in love with a memory |
| [02:57] |
Leaves are falling, mountains crumbling |
| [03:01] |
She's in love with a memory |
| [03:55] |
Leaves are falling, mountains crumbling |
| [03:59] |
She's in love with a memory |
| [04:03] |
Leaves are falling, mountains crumbling |
| [04:07] |
She's in love with a memory |
