CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Golden Days
It's getting alittle colder
I can see my breathe on the air when I sing "happy holidays" to a stranger opening the door for me
Christmas lights on every corner, presents stacked up high under the tree
Singing silent night, thinking about what the new year will bring
I can see my breathe on the air when I sing "happy holidays" to a stranger opening the door for me
Christmas lights on every corner, presents stacked up high under the tree
Singing silent night, thinking about what the new year will bring