Slippery roads would take me to your house.
A smell of whiskey in your car.
Danger signs warn me to stand still to not move towards
this silence I crave.
Up on the mountains where I grew up.
Up on the mountains of slippery roads.
A smell of whiskey in your car.
Danger signs warn me to stand still to not move towards
this silence I crave.
Up on the mountains where I grew up.
Up on the mountains of slippery roads.