Vintage 001

Baby it's cold outside, I know
She don't want to go outside no more
Buried in the snow outside, I'm numb
Counting all the needles on the floor
Meet me at the Coroner's front door

And ambition will be the death of me
I can't keep on to this hope, solely
I'm losing my mind, slowly
Baby can't you just show me

Baby show me
Baby show me
Baby show me
Baby show

We can't fall out of love
We're dying together
I can't make it back up
We're falling together
Vintage we're growing old
Going back to the place we roamed
I know my heart you sewn
The snow is dragging me slow

Plummet it down
Make it right
It's too low
I can't fly

So we fall
So we fall
So we fall
So we fall, on me
Fall on me
Fall on me
Fall on me
Fall on me



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Lyons
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