The road seen beneath the van's headlights. It's cold, so cold, cold enough to feel your sigh. . My face up against the window now. Don't you know it's cold outside?.
This morning ends the thrill, for you just made your kill. You took that dream and slowly slit its throat. . The silence burns my ears, my senses are aware.
Look across the room. I see her rise I see her gloom. I don't know why she's sad now. . Slip inside my dreams. I'll make you whole, you'll make me clean.