The cold my love
Is much cooler than 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
Can't trust the scent of caring humanity
Pouring out their hands
Win the help of 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 burn 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?)