Verse 1: cold Verse 2: I leave home at seven Under a heavy sky, I ride my bike up, I ride my bike down November smoke and your toes go numb A new colour on the globe It goes from white to red a little voice in my head says oh oh oh Chorus, slightly different lyrics : I know it, I think I know it from a heaven They've said so, it doesn't need more explanation A box to open up with light and sound And if you don't You're on your own I know it, I think I know it from a heaven They've sai (guitaretab.com)
