The Newsreader_Música

The wind blows hard against the snow to the side Crossed the sea into my soul It reaches into where I cannot hide Setting my feet upon the road The heart is old, a longtime memory My body burns just like a flame Somewhere between the cold and soft machine Where I find myself again Give me a name, I'm not so cold to lock myself Give me a name, I'm not so strong to close the night Give me a name, I'm not so weak to follow Give me a name, I know the power in the night When I was young, I thought of growing old