skid - Son Little

When it’s cold out

They don’t feel a thing

Snowin' heavily

But you say it’s nothing

The hours that flicker

It will all go away

But could you remember a better day

Aww skid

Not really a friend

Aww skid

Not really a friend

As the harsh blue lights of early morning dim

Struggle up now the gutters are emptyin'

Nobody talks about skid anymore

Nobody talks about skid anymore

But he’s still there though

Oh Lord

He’s still there though

Hooray, well it’s got no familiar ring

Takes awhile to remember things

With the same old sound

And the same old sights

If you breathe a little deeper

Will it be alright

Aww skid

Not really a friend

Aww skid

Not really a friend

Don’t face the day

No need to even try

Better to pretend

Don’t find out why

If it’s on your mind

It’ll soon disappear

Could it get any harder

Year after year

Aww skid

Not really a friend

Aww skid

Not really a friend

Aww skid

Not really a friend

Aww skid

Not really a friend

As the harsh blue lights of early morning dim

Struggle up now the gutters are emptyin'