Pour Two Glasses Testo

Testo Pour Two Glasses

You were so down yesterday. You were never one for winter, relentlessly gray. So pour two glasses and leave the light in the driveway on. I need to feel your trembling lips on my neck. I'll never leave you alone again to stare this dreadful world in its cold dark eyes again. Life can be such a ruse. I'm not coming home for Christmas, I'm coming home for you. Stack your troubles on my shoulders and take a deep breath. Don't choke on your freedom. Those cold lonely mornings aren't yours anymore. I think I can already see the fire in your eyes