Regina Spektor - 20 Years of Snow lyrics
[Regina Spektor - 20 Years of Snow lyrics]
He's a wounded animal he lives in a matchbox
He's a wounded animal
And he's been coming around here
He's a dying breed he's a dying breed
His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
She's twenty years of strangers looking
Into each other's eyes
She's twenty years of clean
She never truly hated anyone or anything
She's a dying breed she's a dying breed
She says I'd prefer the moss
I'd prefer the mouth a baby of the swamps
A baby of the south
I'm twenty years of clean
And I never truly hated anyone or anything
Twenty years of clean twenty years of clean
But, I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes
But, I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes
While you stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
He's a wounded animal
And he's been coming around here
He's a dying breed he's a dying breed
His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
She's twenty years of strangers looking
Into each other's eyes
She's twenty years of clean
She never truly hated anyone or anything
She's a dying breed she's a dying breed
She says I'd prefer the moss
I'd prefer the mouth a baby of the swamps
A baby of the south
I'm twenty years of clean
And I never truly hated anyone or anything
Twenty years of clean twenty years of clean
But, I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes
But, I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes
While you stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz