i spy i see through everything but i know i don’t know anything and on cold nights my soul is like anyone’s and on slow nights i’d forgive anyone
i’ve got a number with wings i’ve got a number with wings
time flies hands of the hourglass getting born watching the seasons pass and on cold nights my soul is like anyone’s and on slow nights i’d forget anyone
i’ve got a number with wings i’ve got a number with wings
i know i’ll live through everything but i cry i’ll cry about anything and on cold nights my soul is like anyone’s and on slow nights well, i’d forgive anyone
i’ve got a number with wings i’ve got a number with wings i’ve got a number...