Lyrics

The Cold Breeze featuring Simon David Jr.
Lyrics by Richard David Pasquarella

[Chorus]
Have you ever felt the.... cold breeze
I think I've always known that she's
Not so good for me
But I love her anyway
And don't try to stop me
I know what's good for me
Just you try and stop me

[Verse]
Do you ever dream of the sun
during the night sky
and of its eventual return
Have you ever felt like it's all done
like it's over
Despite a vicious cross-over
And a double dribble called carelessly
By that obviously bias
Referee
The one with the bum knee

Who is following me, following me
All over the court you see
Calling fouls and technical fouls
All over the Eastern sea
Don't you see?
Or are you just done with me, done with me
Oh, oh ,oh
Foul on him, foul on her, foul on me
I'll ropa-dope-ya til you just can't see
Back and forth, back and forth
And now a fading three
Nothing but net for as long as the eyes can see
Now that's chivalry
And a cold breeze

[Chorus]
Have you ever felt the cold breeze
I think I've always known that she's
The one for me
Have you ever felt the.... cold breeze...
You'll never take the ball, from me
But you can take the games
With thee

[Verse]
Do you ever dream of the moon
The way it shined bright on the honeymoon
But now the honeymoon's over
As the drone's fly over
Shining that light, following me, following me
As I pass over, and commit another unforced turnover
As I hear the crowd turn on me, turn on me
Due to my vicious hangover, that has now spilt over
Into my performance says the color man, on the voiceover
He say "He tried the double steal, double steal"
"Now he been caught stealing, twice, on the same play!!"
"That's so unreal, surreal, not Ideal, what an ordeal"
"He must not be getting his four-square meals, per day"
"Now he's stealing home, on the play, it's gonna be close, ya say"
"I don't think so Bob, he going to be out by a mile" says the play by play
On his final at bat, he going to try for that inside the park
Not sure how that will work
“He ain't got it out the infield yet on this network.”
And then comes a sight you ain't never seen
Fouls it back off the catcher's neck, catcher’s neck
Now it flying toward the upper deck
Is it fair? Is it foul? The ump don't know, he ain't never seen it before
It's got to be a technical foul
But he's rounding the bases waving a towel, as the crowd growls, and howls
The striped men in a huddle, so befuddled
And then the one with the finger waving in a circle
And this is before replay, before ring doorbells and mass surveillance of all we say
So, he going to touch all those bases you say
And that's all I have to say
About that