winter came and froze my feet my hands are way too cold to speak again now i find it hard to breathe my lungs shiver in my sleep again it took you 547 days to find yourself at home now you dont call my name when you need someone to hold it took me 547 days to realize how i was wrong but i haven t stopped writing about you all this time i ve been gone mmmmm it took me 547 days to realize how i was wrong winter came and asked for you and now you re the one who s gone it took you 547 days to find another soul now you don t call my name when you need someone to hold
['spanish indie folk']