Cold

Verse 1
It's cold...
God, it's so cold...
This rotten January owns it all...
Too cold to think... or live... or dream... It's cold...
Cold just being... cold in sleep...
Cold not sharing dawn... so deep... It's cold...
God, it's so cold...

Chorus
Two hours gone... two centuries...
Maybe whole worlds died...
Two leaves at dawnlight
Ripped apart... Torn away... Washed out...
By the wind... the sea... the snow...
Everything we had... just... slipped between...
Slipped between...

Verse 2
We breathed as one... one single breath...
Our lines of fate were written...
We stunned the stars with melodies,
Set notes with meaning, smitten...
Now skies are strangers through this glass...
These poems make no sense... they pass...
And shadows walk the city's mass...
Ghosts breathe on letters, truths amiss...

Chorus
Two hours gone... two centuries...
Maybe whole worlds died...
Two leaves at dawnlight
Ripped apart... Torn away... Washed out...
By the wind... the sea... the snow...
Everything we had... just... slipped between...
Slipped between...

Outro
This life we had... so brittle, thin...
This fate, so sly, so bending...
The world's deep secrets locked within...
Just faith... for its defending...
This sunken January drowns the light,
Champagne bubbles bursting... bright...
One final dance in fading night...
Just footprints now... an echo's bite...
Where are you? WHERE ARE YOU?

Chorus (Final)
Two hours gone... two centuries...
Maybe whole worlds died...
Two leaves at dawnlight
Ripped apart... Torn away... Washed out...
By the wind... the sea... the snow...
Everything... just... slipped between...
Slipped between...