We feel the cold and so we hold The mental frames of something old but I need to know, I need to know where you stand ‘Cause I can’t stay warm when it’s on my mind I’ll throw it back and put it all behind just to stand here blind Well I guess that’s where I am, but I can feel it
Getting colder now, and nothing’s really set in stone I’ve found the meaning in the silence of the sound Standing frozen in the fall, if given just a chance to move at all Maybe I could see what’s painted on your side of the wall
If you leave a sign it would be alright I could see in black; you could speak in white To get back my sight that’s the way it’s got to be Don’t you dare leave me feeling high Then walk away until my throat gets dry – nothing to say Just one more day in a captive state for me But I can feel it
Getting colder now, and nothing’s really set in stone I’ve found the meaning in the silence of the sound Standing frozen in the fall, if given just a chance to move at all Maybe I could see what’s painted on your side of the wall
For my sake uncomplicate it all I’m only seeing gray but I might stay At the chance that you should call I think it’s time that I go, I shouldn’t stay here I should go and build my own ‘Cause I can feel you
Getting colder now, and nothing’s really set in stone I’ve found the meaning in the silence of the sound Standing frozen in the fall, if given just a chance to move at all Maybe I could see what’s painted on your side of the wall