Lyrics
cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times, the type of memories, that turn your bones to glass, turn your bones to glass, mother came rushing in, she said we didn't see a thing, we said we didn't see a thing, and father left at eight, nearly splintering the gate, cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times, the type of memories, that turn your bones, turn your bones to glass, and though you were, just a little squirrel, you understood every word, and in this way, they gave you clarity, a cold-blooded clarity, cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times, though how can i stand, and laugh with the man, who redefined your body?, how can i stand, and laugh with the man, who redefined your body?, those cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times, cold-blooded old times
Song details
Artist: bill callahan