This Town Needs Guns - Crocodile
текст песни

[Verse: Stewart Smith]
Too cold, like ice to touch
You hold on far too much
God knows why we’re in love
When you throw your temper out of doors
That I cannot follow through
And yet…
You grow ever, near

[Chorus: Stewart Smith]
I promise I will not see out this night
Without comforting and holding you
Your eyes alight, they’ve never shined so bright
For just one second I’m lost in you