Tekster: Richard Hawley. Late Night Final. The Nights Are Cold.

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The fate of man is random so don't look down
The towns and the cities are all burning down
Your road is bitter like the whip off the wind
You wanna get to the end but you don't know how to begin

You want to know how we got to where we are now
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
The nights are cold

Let my life and all it's storms begin to blow
Take me here and there I don't care where I go
Ah, beauty is a dark cloud when you're alone
She says she has the answers but I really just don't know

You want to know how we got to where we are now
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
The nights are cold
The nights are cold

Ah the only road I walk alone
Where beauty nails me to her cross