Texty:
Long Winters The Ultimatum

was too light you, you weren't true but i can't blame a woman who changes three thousand, six hundred, and fifty-odd days i waited time, i did my time now i long

Our new set can talk and think I'm upset it was so hard to train Our old set was quite a bore We yelled at it but it didn't hear My new friends have

Boys and girls in cars Dogs and birds on lawns From here I can touch the sun Yeah yeah Put your jackets on I feel we're being born The Tropic of Capricorn

in my head Oh, I dont want my words twisted I don't want you to listen to close Or wait for me impatiently And I hope I can keep seeing you As long as