The cold my love Is much cooler then the frost beneath my lungs A sudden touch will break the thought of us Clearing out our minds from all the lust And all the time worth giving in After all of this ends (will you) Count the blessings gave with my hand Put back the fire that burns underneath us After all of this ends (will you) Surprised to see you up on your feet killing men for money Cant trust the scent of caring humanity Pouring out their hands with the help in need take A good look at nothing After all of this ends (will you) Count the blessings gave with my hand Put back the fire that burns underneath us After all of this ends (will you) 18 months have passed Dead flowers grow from my chest The roots, they steal the years... leaving decades bent and bruised After all of this ends (will you) Count the blessings gave with my hand Put back the fire that burns underneath us After all of this ends (will you)
The cold my love Is much cooler then the frost beneath my lungs A sudden touch will break the thought of us Clearing out our minds from all the lust And all the time worth giving in After all of this ends (will you) Count the blessings gave with my hand Put back the fire that burns underneath us After all of this ends (will you) Surprised to see you up on your feet killing men for money Cant trust the scent of caring humanity Pouring out their hands with the help in need take A good look at nothing After all of this ends (will you) Count the blessings gave with my hand Put back the fire that burns underneath us After all of this ends (will you) 18 months have passed Dead flowers grow from my chest The roots, they steal the years... leaving decades bent and bruised After all of this ends (will you) Count the blessings gave with my hand Put back the fire that burns underneath us After all of this ends (will you)
