Saturday, 1 April 2017

Colder

It's getting colder I'm getting older Feeling so much colder That things are awry I'm getting colder As time turns over That things are colder Run a tear to my eye I wish you could see me But you can't see me You can't even be me You're behind that oak door I wish you could see me You should see me That things can't touch me While I lay on the floor It's getting colder Times ticking louder Feeling lower Then ever before It's getting colder I'm getting older As the world turns colder Then ever before I wish you could see me But you can't see me You can't even be me You're behind that oak door I wish you could see me You should see me That things can't touch me While I lay on the floor

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