Texty

When the cold run through your veins I'll be the fire in the pouring rain When you're broken down again I'll be a starting engine Such a bitter pill You swallow it down My dear Don't have no filth And you'll see be flown You come alive You come alive You come alive You come alive When the world is one in tenth I'll be the light when the dark sits in Until your lips they start to cramp Let your eyes light up again Such a bitter pill You swallow it down My dear Don't have no filth Cause you'll see be flown You come alive You come alive You come alive You come alive You come alive You come alive You come alive You come alive
Writer(s): Martijn Konijnenburg, Rory Andrew, Andrew Dawson, Brandon Black Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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