Paroles de la chanson The First Song par Band Of Horses

The shaking, awful
I'm shaking, ass cold
In weather remote
Snowfall on
The snowy cover
We recover from, though
With Christmastime coming
Hangover approaching
We've been drinking for long
It's Christmastime, though, I'm coming over

Coming from the north
I'm already gone
I'm wrapping up
The presents I bought

My overcoat
Will take me anywhere, oh
We've suffered enough
It's scary to leave
And they're leaving from work
They're cutting us off
Knowing not why
They're calling on the telephone

Roy, do I know anyone?
No, I don't know anyone