The Cold

It all comes down to this

How to hold on to life I once had with you

An addiction like this

The supply slips away without warning

Don't know how to survive

I still need you to fill all the voids inside

You're the blood inside

You're the beat of my soul

You're the breath inside

You're the thought that I hold

You're the blood inside

You're the beat of my soul

How should I keep time from ticking away

Stop tomorrow from coming

How can I hold the craving at bay

So better off when I didn't know

Coming at me so fast I can't run

Years of minutes of seconds of time

Put inside all I am, all I have

Pay the toll to hear what's on my mind

Where do I go from here

The sun doesn't rise where I am

Spring never rises from fall

And the nightingale doesn't sing

Where do I go from here

There is no yellow brick road

No reference for my dreams

And no warmth to hide the cold

The cold

The cold

The cold

The cold

What is left for the time that I have

What is forward for looking to

Every path that I take is washed out

Every star is burnt out to follow

Passing by me so fast motion slow

Years of minutes of seconds of time

Generations learning what I know

Pay the toll to hear what's on my mind

Where do I go from here

The sun doesn't rise where I am

Spring never rises from fall

And the nightingale doesn't sing

Where do I go from here

There is no yellow brick road

No reference for my dreams

And no warmth to hide the cold

The cold

The cold

The cold

The cold

The cold

The cold

The cold

The cold