Carl Broemel

I'm hot enough to melt some gold You're cooling down, you just made a mountain of snow You're curled up body heat I'm driving home on an icy street It's not late enough for bed So I will stay up instead This night leftover is all I get I'm old enough

It takes a lot of work to not be burnt Save a minute for your man It takes a lot of time to know your mind Save an hour for yourself You ask a lot of questions For someone who knows You ask a lot of questions For someone who knows It takes a lot of n

Sunday drivers stole my keys Friendly fire tore my jeans Oh, what in the world is happening to me? Yeah, what in the world is happening to me? I know you fall When you're trying to walk And I know your faults You're perfectly wrong Television with ra

You were riding in the waves And now you're coming up for air And the sky, it looks fake But you must be somewhere Don't get carried away In the past, it's not there Don't get carried away In the past, it's not fair Just another walk on the pavement