Cold Feet

Tired of living in the black and white
Where fools can tell you that you're never right
I know a place where the film's in color
Just step inside of yourself
Here's a place in the front row
So on with the show

The same old shadow on the run
Hey that's no shadow, it's your shadow's son

I know a place where the pools got water
And you don't need to know how to swim
Here's the key to the back door
Do you want more
Do you need more

Same old rhythm to the same old rhyme
The same old clock, same old time

There's a place where the grass is greener
And you could shake, rattle and roll
Here's the key to the front door
Do you want more
Will you need more

Tired of living in the black and white
Where no one's wrong and you're never right
Same old steps to the same old dance
Just one more reason, one more chance
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