Hold your tongue we never swayed Pour our the faults Cold in lungs and in face A golden heart of what became It was an awful lot for our young days
[00:18.68]Hold your tongue [00:20.55]we never swayed [00:28.81]Pour our the faults [00:44.70]Cold in lungs and in face [00:54.77]A golden heart of what became [01:02.52]It was an awful lot for our young days
