10 At 11 Songwriting
LYRICS
Temperature plummet
Mercury’s puppet
Across the frozen tundra
Sounds of the winter genre
The air is crisp and clear
Sounds of the atmosphere
It was 10 at 11
This cold is getting old
Well, too cold to be hell
Then, it must be heaven
Unless hell’s frozen over
Must be time to discover
It was 9 at 12
Delve into a new day
By 1 it was 8
Shows it’s never too late
The thrill of learning to chill
Arctic semantic manic
Temperature plummet
Mercury’s puppet
Across the frozen tundra
Sounds of the winter genre
The air is crisp and clear
Sounds of the atmosphere
ABOUT THE SONG
Capo 2
A Em
C Em A
Daniel — Vocals, Guitar, Synthesizer
From the album Passageway
by Daniel Brouse