Waiting for warmth
Endless the days
Argent haze
As the remedy flows into
Concealed veins
Where are we to run
Our season won't come
And everything you have said so far has been wrong
Algidity
It's late in the evening here
The wind dying down
The lights are leaning
No more sound
Read my lips, love
Fill your lungs with words
Lest we forget to explore
Bring back our revered dreams
Our month of May
Memories left my heart sore
White giants sleep
Along the roads
Our dead end tracks
In times as vile as these
I want us back
City glacier of sordid snow
Darkness comes in from the street and glides back out again
My voice is shifting ever so slow
The prints of my fingers sing upon your skin
Katatonia - City Glaciers Lyrics
Katatonia - City Glaciers Lyrics
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Waiting for warmth
Endless the days
Argent haze
As the remedy flows into
Concealed veins
Where are we to run
Our season won't come
And everything you have said so far has been wrong
Algidity
It's late in the evening here
The wind dying down
The lights are leaning
No more sound
Read my lips, love
Fill your lungs with words
Lest we forget to explore
Bring back our revered dreams
Our month of May
Memories left my heart sore
White giants sleep
Along the roads
Our dead end tracks
In times as vile as these
I want us back
City glacier of sordid snow
Darkness comes in from the street and glides back out again
My voice is shifting ever so slow
The prints of my fingers sing upon your skin
Endless the days
Argent haze
As the remedy flows into
Concealed veins
Where are we to run
Our season won't come
And everything you have said so far has been wrong
Algidity
It's late in the evening here
The wind dying down
The lights are leaning
No more sound
Read my lips, love
Fill your lungs with words
Lest we forget to explore
Bring back our revered dreams
Our month of May
Memories left my heart sore
White giants sleep
Along the roads
Our dead end tracks
In times as vile as these
I want us back
City glacier of sordid snow
Darkness comes in from the street and glides back out again
My voice is shifting ever so slow
The prints of my fingers sing upon your skin
Writer: Anders Eriksson, Jonas Renkse
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.