the cold is outside though it's inside me, too
the cold doesn't want in but it leaks right on through
empty hard crash after a well-earned long pause
takes little to fall now few windows and doors
(instrumental)
(Still waiting...)
the lashings and careless sloppy words and those eyes
they don't think - and ignore every chance brutalize
torn bootstraps fallen arches broken rungs on this climb
slow and painful every step out of this dark pit of grime
I'm sorry it shouldn't
have to be like this
so sorry that echoes
like a stranger's kiss
(Still waiting...)
you could be wrong but your defense refuses
moments are stolen hopes sharing time loses
the cold is outside and it's inside me, too
the cold doesn't want in but it leaks right on through
