Too Cold Here

Written by：James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore/Nicky Wire/Rickey James

Born in burial gowns recessing slowly

You soon wish you couldn't see at all

Tortured in the mind six voices alone

Futile gestures emotionless groans

Everyone asks what's wrong but what's right

And a cute lie makes

Everything uptight

To kill your dream before it's considered

To live in silence airless closet

No vision

It's easier to make love to a stranger

Than to ask a friend to call

Suspicion knows nothing

And is known for not much at all

Much at all

Too

Cold here

Turn yourself bleeding inside

Always look for walls

To lean beside

Too

Cold here

Turn yourself bleed it's eyes

Always look for shade

To cover your eyes

Self pity yourself

Is so shallow I'm so

Sick in mind and body

Heart cold as stone

Whisky my coral my

Piece of mind

Hello Mr samsung you

Can't clean my soul

Wake up sighing mass

For the bleeding

Never share sadness mine

No man prays painless

Coalescing mine are hidden rooms

Cannot give anything and never could

Prison it's only four walls but sometimes

The mind is the smallest prison of all

Offering there upon offering

As a ball with a touch feels

Through it's fall

Through it's fall

Too

Cold here

Turn yourself bleeding inside

Always look for walls

To lean beside

Too

Cold here

Turn yourself bleed it's eyes

Always look for shade

To cover your eyes