Its cold
Its cold
Its cold
Through the walls, the end you feel it calling
There's not so much about it you could do
Out the window skies, oh skyies are falling
But the last thing you would want is something new
Its cold
Its cold
Its cold
Not sure, where we are
All i can say we're not far
Bright lights, in my head
They're turning, turning well
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
And its cold
