Frost* (Rock)
British Wintertime
I’m nervous as hell
But I must do this for myself
I walk the road
That leads to your house
Worn words would never do
This happens face to face
Something that I’ve got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
Something that I've got to say
I’m at your door