Tired of Being Cold Songtext
von Norwegian Arms

I′m so tired of being cold, waking up inside Siberia is not the place I imagined growing old
Every day is like breathing snow inside my lungs, freezing my heart inside, and cause eyes to roll back through my life

Endless playback makes me look back to better times

And I had never thought before how weather could easily so change my outward view of life and make me yearn for home

It's the softer ones in taller shoes make it easy to choose the one on Turner street, I′m sure that you know who

Limit worldview to a precinct with better purview

It's just that being inside of you, causes that looking back and shoulda been and what-if-I-could-do? I
It's all a little suspect when that man begins to choose, something like growing old or moving up or finding something new