She remembers the lines, she remembers the rows.
There were things on the sly and things just for show.
Only great, only red, only tunnel, no light.
Always learning the rules, always dressing alike.
There were songs that were hushed and songs that were loud.
There were things that were signed and the rest not allowed.
Never knowing what’s right, never knowing what’s wrong,
Only learning the rules, only drifting along.
How can it be that your life is aligned?
And how can you live with a lock on your mind?
When she thinks of her childhood,
She can never get warm.
And was it a childhood
Or the coldest of wars?
She remembers the dreams she was dreaming alone.
She was cold in the streets, she was colder at home.
Getting better at lies, never telling the truth,
Always looking for love, always finding the rules.
So many things are the colour of blood,
And how can it be that a child is unloved?
When she thinks of her childhood,
She can never get warm.
And was it a childhood
Or the coldest of wars?
How can you be just a face in the crowd?
And how can you live with your soul underground?
She tries and tries but she can’t close the doors
On the coldest of times, the coldest of wars.