Oz

Cold days, caught up in your cold ways.
No sleep, frozen in this grey haze.
Not now, no, when will it stop.
Who knows when and where we're going.

Back down, rolling with the punches.
Half assed, borderline contagious.
Go away, come back when you're ready, ya...
Cause guess what, I am sick of sleeping

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Cold days caught up in your cold ways.
No sleep, frozen in this grey haze.
Well go away, come back when you're ready.
Cause guess what, I am sick of sleeping