A Horse Named Cold Air
Mitski
A lake with no fish Is the heart of a horse Named Cold Air Who, when young Would run like a storm They would say, ooh I thought I'd traveled a long way But I had circled The same old sin
A lake with no fish Is the heart of a horse Named Cold Air Who, when young Would run like a storm They would say, ooh I thought I'd traveled a long way But I had circled The same old sin