When the winter blows
It's so hot in your mind
So fine
I'm looking at you in the hall of fame
When are you looking at me
But no reason came
You're looking at me for some reason
I don't know me
I miss you here
I miss you here
By the things I
You like to do
In your own news
You're looking at the stars
When you're liking from
And thinking of them
And me I ride
See your blue
And of me on whose
Hugs and things
That are making me
Making me snooze
Hide me in the hall
Of fame tonight
We'll play
You're reading me
Like you and me can stay
Staying with me
Far away
You don't know me like todays
Finding me in your under way
Oh, oh, oh
Find me in the hall of fame
Get me like in the pretty underground
And me that sound
And the making underground
No one makes me
Fall in love