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Thursday, October 28, 2010

So Cold

verse

When I was young, I used think about the days we had together.
The way you used to make me feel so alive. I could not be afraid.
Time was so brief, And I never could believe
Standing by your side, your hands in mine,
That now you're gone.
They don't feel the same.
We used to be together,
Your lips when I kiss them now
Used to be so free.
Are so cold.
With the tide and the mood
Your hands, like my world.
And the moon and the breeze
Closed tight and so cold
And lying there next to you...
Like this crazy feeling
Your hands on me.
Of your hands on me.

chorus

Lips to mine.
You'd say to me: what about now?
And in the lonely night, I wait.
In the lonely night I pray.
Kiss my hands, your lips like ice.
It all falls away.
I miss you.
But still I kiss this stone, your stone.
Like ice.
so cold.

verse

When will it come time to meet the angels and the maker?
Opening that first box of macaroni dinner
because I can't cook.
What about the rice at the wedding we never had?
Standing by your side, your hand in mine,
And when they call.
And who is to blame.
You’d take me by the hand.
Devil’s is a smile so warm.
And kiss me gently.
Time stood still.
With the tide and the mood
Your hands, like my world.
And the moon and the breeze
Closed tight and so cold
And lying there next to you...
Like this crazy feeling
Your hands on me.
Of your hands on me.

chorus

Lips to mine.
You'd say to me: what about now?
And in the lonely night, I wait.
In the lonely night I pray.
Kiss my hands, your lips like ice.
It all falls away.
I miss you.
But still I kiss this stone, your stone
Like ice.
So cold.

bridge

The silent sound of the phone hitting the floor,
I run to the door.
Screaming at the wind never helped.
Because you're really gone.

chorus

Lips to mine.
You'd say to me: what about now?
And in the lonely night, I wait.
In the lonely night I pray.
Kiss my hands,
your lips like ice.
It all falls away.
I miss you.
But still I kiss this stone, your stone
Like ice.
So cold.

So cold. So cold. so cold.

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