Hall of Fame

When the winter blows It's so hot in your mind So fine I'm looking at you in the hall of fame When are you looking at me But no reason came You're looking at me for some reason I don't know me I miss you here I miss you here By the things I You like to do In your own news You're looking at the stars When you're liking from And thinking of them And me I ride See your blue And of me on whose Hugs and things That are making me Making me snooze Hide me in the hall Of fame tonight We'll play You're reading me Like you and me can stay Staying with me Far away You don't know me like todays Finding me in your under way Oh, oh, oh Find me in the hall of fame Get me like in the pretty underground And me that sound And the making underground No one makes me Fall in love