I sit in warm light
and a draft like ice
cuts through me
The man on the stereo
he never stops playing
even when the temperature
drops
Oh to be trapped in
an entertainment center,
and worry not about
the world at all
I sit in warm light
and a draft like ice
cuts through me
The man on the stereo
he never stops playing
even when the temperature
drops
Oh to be trapped in
an entertainment center,
and worry not about
the world at all