Laid out on the rug like the old dead dawn,
And it separates the darkness that blindly masquerades you in the fog.
The strikes on the lines and the clutter it brings,
Just as long as my words they fall soft on your delicate wings.
Maybe somewhere down the line, you'll have your place in time.
Maybe somewhere down the line we can have our place in time.
And its cold cold loving that shatters my heart, it shatters my heart.
But its old old loving that keeps my heart, it keeps my heart.
Oh it keeps my heart,
But it breaks my heart,
It keeps my heart,
Breaks my heart.
A bound radio that dampens your sound,
And it brings hell to the manic and forces his sails to the ground.
So when the voters share there thoughts with the heads of the table, just as long as the night shows to you im willing and able.
Maybe somewhere down the line, you'll have your place in time.
Maybe somewhere down the line we can have our place in time.
And its cold cold loving that shatters my heart, it shatters my heart.
But its old old loving that keeps my heart, it keeps my heart.
Oh it keeps my heart,
But it breaks my heart,
It keeps my heart,
Breaks my heart.
