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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