Cut The Ribbon
It's cold in the middle
Of your home
And news that cut through
Your ribbon all alone
But boy you're not giving up, you're not giving up
You're not giving up, you're not giving up
Oh
And mornings you were down for
The evenings [?] again
The winter now is settled
It's slow [?] after you
But boy you're not giving in, she's not giving up on you
I'm not giving up, I'm not giving up on you
Oh
Soon it's a [?] in the past [?]
Soon you were swimming in the fast lane all alone
It's cold in the middle of your heart
Corta la cinta
Está frío en el medio
De tu hogar
Y las noticias que atraviesan
Tu cinta solitaria
Pero chico, no te estás rindiendo, no te estás rindiendo
No te estás rindiendo, no te estás rindiendo
Oh
Y por las mañanas estabas abatido
Las noches [?] de nuevo
El invierno ahora se ha instalado
Es lento [?] después de ti
Pero chico, no te estás rindiendo, ella no se rinde contigo
No me estoy rindiendo, no me estoy rindiendo contigo
Oh
Pronto será un [?] en el pasado [?]
Pronto estabas nadando en el carril rápido, todo solo
Está frío en el medio de tu corazón