Ice-paved street Saved heat Running low Running out We made this river a wall It's a natural drought
And I can't feel a thing I can't feel a thing
East blind to west I confess I've been tunneling through Waiting to meet him In perfect positioning You know just what I'd do
But I can't feel a thing I can't feel a thing Not a thing Ice-paved street Saved heat Running low Running out We made this river a wall It's a natural drought
And I can't feel a thing I can't feel a thing
East blind to west I confess I've been tunneling through Waiting to meet him In perfect positioning You know just what I'd do
But I can't feel a thing I can't feel a thing Not a thing