Cold dawn won't comfort you
Cold coffee
Won't see you through
Cold sheets
Won't heal your heart
Your frozen fingers of your
Name so tarred
I know so rarely
That things come your way
Your ways are tender
And your paths are straight
Your mind's not lived i
Cold coffee
Won't see you through
Cold sheets
Won't heal your heart
Your frozen fingers of your
Name so tarred
I know so rarely
That things come your way
Your ways are tender
And your paths are straight
Your mind's not lived i