Woolen Gloves کے بول

Come downstairs I'll put flowers in your hair Won't you forgive me now?... Somedays are like woolen gloves You feel warm but you can't touch things properly Can't hold on to glass Can't hold on to rocks Can't hold on to love While wearing woolen gloves Won't you forgive me now?... If i lived here i would swim every day My skin would turn darker and i'd have babies and they'd drink all my milk But i live in new york With my woolen gloves Falling in and out Of my woolen gloves Won't you forgive me now?...