What It Is
David Gray
Down in the parking window I want to make my way Into the faces flooded The window spitting gold But it is so cold They make my teeth all chatter Hate it I like it I don't know what it is
Down in the parking window I want to make my way Into the faces flooded The window spitting gold But it is so cold They make my teeth all chatter Hate it I like it I don't know what it is