The Outsiders
cup of hot coffee
I walk the dark deserted street
The fog is hiding my face
The cold has paralyzed my feet
I'm trying to find a place
To warm my heart my body and soul
I feel I'm gonna lose control
Cup of hot coffee
Cup of hot coffee
Cup of hot coffee
The fog is like an Atlas glove
It seems my senses have run out
The sun is like a memory
Of you now you're not loving me
This emptiness just seems to stay
And all my dreams are flown away
There's no explanation
For this situation
The fog increases my frustration
Keeps my mind from happy thoughts
Seems my eyes see only frost
Everything seems lost today
Looking to find a way
To get over the things I feel today
Cup of hot coffee
Cup of hot coffee
Cup of hot coffee
Cup of hot coffee
Cup of hot coffee
Cup of hot coffee
- :
- Thinking About Today – Their Complete Works
- Miscellaneous
- Acoustic Sessions (Live)
- Acoustic Sessions (Live)- EP
- El Mejor Álbum De Gold Music Volumen 2
- Capitol Collectors Series
- Singles the 60S
- 100 Essential Pop Hits
- 20th Century Pop Masters
- American Top 40 Volume 1
- Long Live Woodstock
- 100 Greatest Love Songs Of All Time
- Super Hits The 60s
- The Best Of Summer
- Play Ball: Stadium Rock Classics!
- Young Love
- 100 #1 Radio Hits: The 50s & 60s
- Wild Cat and Other 60s Classics
- Spirit Of The Sixties
- Apache and Other 60s Classics