LYRICS
Throw me a rope and I’ll swing
Swing right over to Spring
My mind begins to splinter
Due to the duration of winter
After all, I fell for fall
Now the cold’s getting old
So, we’re past the Nativity
Tired of negativity
Would love to see us start
To thaw a frozen heart
After all, I fell for fall
Now the cold’s getting old
- Old-Cold-Part-IV.mp4
- Old-Cold-Guitar-Loop.mp4
- DR0000_4825-Old-Cold-Guitar-Loop.mp3
- DR0000_4826-Old-Cold-Part-I.mp3
- DR0000_4827-Old-Cold-Part-II.mp3
- DR0000_4829-Old-Cold-Part-III.mp3
- DR0000_4830-Old-Cold-Part-IV.mp3
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: AM7sus4 E / D G E A
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Loop Pedal, Keyboards and Synthesizers
From the album In the Petri Dish
Instrumentals: Simply Complex