Song | Hands Of Gold (YouTube Version) |
Artist | Ryan Yunck |
Album | The Songs Of Ice And Fire EP |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.48] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[00:07.17] | But a woman's hands are warm |
[00:18.32] | He rode through the streets of the city |
[00:23.05] | Down from his hill on high |
[00:28.43] | O'er the winds and the steps and the cobbles |
[00:33.46] | He rode to a woman's sigh |
[00:38.98] | For she was his secrte treasure |
[00:44.21] | She was his shame and his bliss |
[00:48.23] | And a chain and a keep are nothing |
[00:53.10] | Compared to a woman's kiss |
[00:58.68] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[01:02.25] | But a woman's hands are warm |
[01:13.21] | still in a way in the darkness |
[01:17.58] | through the yards walk up and down |
[01:23.36] | no five kings no war no last brother |
[01:28.08] | with her scares were gone |
[01:33.87] | For she was his greatest pleasure |
[01:38.74] | She was his shame and his pride |
[01:43.27] | And a view from a tower is nothing |
[01:48.25] | Compared to a woman’s eyes |
[01:53.79] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[01:57.86] | But a woman's hands are warm |
[02:03.40] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[02:08.00] | But a woman's hands are warm |
[00:00.48] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[00:07.17] | But a woman' s hands are warm |
[00:18.32] | He rode through the streets of the city |
[00:23.05] | Down from his hill on high |
[00:28.43] | O' er the winds and the steps and the cobbles |
[00:33.46] | He rode to a woman' s sigh |
[00:38.98] | For she was his secrte treasure |
[00:44.21] | She was his shame and his bliss |
[00:48.23] | And a chain and a keep are nothing |
[00:53.10] | Compared to a woman' s kiss |
[00:58.68] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[01:02.25] | But a woman' s hands are warm |
[01:13.21] | still in a way in the darkness |
[01:17.58] | through the yards walk up and down |
[01:23.36] | no five kings no war no last brother |
[01:28.08] | with her scares were gone |
[01:33.87] | For she was his greatest pleasure |
[01:38.74] | She was his shame and his pride |
[01:43.27] | And a view from a tower is nothing |
[01:48.25] | Compared to a woman' s eyes |
[01:53.79] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[01:57.86] | But a woman' s hands are warm |
[02:03.40] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[02:08.00] | But a woman' s hands are warm |
[00:00.48] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[00:07.17] | But a woman' s hands are warm |
[00:18.32] | He rode through the streets of the city |
[00:23.05] | Down from his hill on high |
[00:28.43] | O' er the winds and the steps and the cobbles |
[00:33.46] | He rode to a woman' s sigh |
[00:38.98] | For she was his secrte treasure |
[00:44.21] | She was his shame and his bliss |
[00:48.23] | And a chain and a keep are nothing |
[00:53.10] | Compared to a woman' s kiss |
[00:58.68] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[01:02.25] | But a woman' s hands are warm |
[01:13.21] | still in a way in the darkness |
[01:17.58] | through the yards walk up and down |
[01:23.36] | no five kings no war no last brother |
[01:28.08] | with her scares were gone |
[01:33.87] | For she was his greatest pleasure |
[01:38.74] | She was his shame and his pride |
[01:43.27] | And a view from a tower is nothing |
[01:48.25] | Compared to a woman' s eyes |
[01:53.79] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[01:57.86] | But a woman' s hands are warm |
[02:03.40] | For hands of gold are always cold |
[02:08.00] | But a woman' s hands are warm |