Frozen Roads

Brett Anderson

And the snow in february falls
Painting winter all up
And the fields they are a empty sight
And the hills are like sorrow
And the hills are like sorrow

And your sun will rise again
And your moon will fall
And you sun will rise again
And your moon will fall
And your moon will fall

And I found the answer sitting there
Worth more than money
And the tango of your angel head
And your lips like honey

And we were born muddle
But it was meant to be
And we were born muddle
But it was meant to be
It was meant to be

And your sun will rise again
And your moon will fall
And you sun will rise again
And your moon will fall
And your moon will fall

And the snow in february falls
Painting winter colours
And the landscape is an empty sight
And the hills are like sorrow

Through the endless rage
On the frozen roads
Through the endless rage
On the frozen roads