Lletres: Sugarland. Genevieve.

My heart's grown cold
There's not much left
My blood won't turn
And I can see my breath
She walks above, the angel's rule
Kicks the snow, feels like winter
I'd do anything to just be with her
Genevieve

Well, the world won't turn
The world won't turn
The frames won't break
And the letters won't burn
The whole thing seems
Like Einstein's dreams
See the smoke, start to shiver
I'd do anything jut to forget her

CHORUS:
She's my Genevieve, she's my lazy river
She's my only love, she's favorite sinner
Genevieve, woa, oh, Genevieve

Sometimes I see her
A cold chill, a fever
So easy to believe her