Brett Anderson - Frozen Roads

And the snow in February falls, painting Winter hollow And the fields they are an empty site, and the hills are like sorrow And the hills are like sorrow And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall And your moon will fall And I found the answer sitting there, with more than money In the tangle of your angel hair, in your lips honey And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be It was meant to be And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall And our sun will rise again, and our moon will fall And our moon will fall And the snow in February falls, painting Winter colours And the landscape is an empty site, and the hills are like sorrow Through the endless rage, on the frozen roads On the frozen roads.

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