Hands To Hold(Live At The Flowerpot, Kentish Town, July 2010) feat. Marcus Foster,Matthew And The Atlas

歌詞

He talked at... as steel as cold Cold hands, not much to say anymore, Don't take too long! And even in solitude to them all Where white fire burnt. Black fog would weight like a ... in his hands. Wanting to come and he will be back home He's taken his time to talk from what he'd known Left on the farm, he left them on their own Promise is burned, he burned them there alone! Promise is burned alone! He moves from town to town with the... And God he did trust upon him. He'd done what he want. Wanting to come and he will be back home He's taken his time to talk from what he'd known Left on the farm, he left them on their own Promise is burned, he burned them there alone! Promise is burned, he burned them there alone!