Original lyrics

EN

it's getting warmer whoa, I can't just hang around you know I love cold weather I love the winter style I put my glasses on and look into the clouds and bury your golden sand well now you know me and I got to run I don't go no deeper, I'm sure just take the money, take it all, have fun I can't pre- tend to be rich with you no more whoa-no-no-no whoa-oh-oh-oh there ain't no way to be writer in your palace in the sun whoa-no-no-no-no there ain't no way to be a writer in your palace in the sun hey babe it's nothing(??) but you told me not to call you that but maybe you need to hear it now and then it's getting harder, whoa, it's messing with my head I will pawn all my books again well now you know me and I got to run I don't go no deeper, I'm sure just take the money, take it all, have fun I can't pre- tend to be rich with you no more whoa-no-no-no whoa-oh-oh-oh there ain't no way to be writer in your palace in the sun whoa-no-no-no-no there ain't no way to be a writer in your palace in the sun