Walk In Cold

Ever consider

From boiling water the residue?

A sea full of people

But after the action who's left with you?

They're standing on others.

You're standing on hope to see you thru.

The atmosphere's wanning

They stand on your toes they breathe with you

With virgin eye and heart of cold

And mind of child I swear it's

Not the way I thought it would be

And of the others?

Fools in a glass house throwing stones

Delusions of lacking

Unless one can top it leave it alone

A no - alee dream place

Where waves in my blood crash violent tone

And after all effort

The pain and the rain claim you their own

With virgin eye and heart of cold

And mind of child I swear it's

Not the way I thought it would be.