ec2-3-145-163-58.us-east-2.compute.amazonaws.com | ToothyWiki | BardicTranslationRoughs | RecentChanges | Login | Webcomic White sludge under my window I wear a hat and woollen socks There's nowhere comfortable and I'm fed up of drinking How can I ever get rid of this longing (For you, oh) sunny days... Sunshine-filled days. Sunshine-filled days.
Hands and feet frozen, and nowhere to sit. This kind of time is like endless night. I'd like to climb into a warm bath; Perhaps that will rid me of this longing (For you, oh) sunny days... Sunshine-filled days. Sunshine-filled days.
I am crushed by the winter, sick, tired and low And I'm sometimes convinced that it's here for always; Still so distant the summer; and I've waited too long But perhaps this song will rid me of the longing (For you, oh) sunny days... Sunshine-filled days. Sunshine-filled days.