The Manhattan Syndrome - Cold Company | Текст песни

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• The Manhattan Syndrome
• Cold Company

I made you out of tooth and nail,
From better parts that never failed,
Then I kissed you then I filled you up with love,
To be the one, by my side,
As I grew old, as I grew quiet,
To be the one that missed me when I died

So meet me by the factories,
Where I made you out of coal and steam,
I would change, I would change the recipe,
Through artistry, and alchemy,
And bringing out the best in me,
You would stay, you would stay by my side

Where I could bind you, Where I could blind you,
Where I would guide you home.

So meet me by the factories,
Where I made you out of coal and steam,
I would change, I would change the recipe,

I have faded like the colours of summer,
You fly high with the sun on your back,
Somewhere new sirens are singing on these shores,
I lie and I die in the dinosaur tracks

Cold love, it means nothing to me, it never has and it never could,
If there’s a God, looking down on me, with love to give it’s getting hard to tell,
I need life, I have love to give, hands that hold and lungs that live,
Cold love, it means nothing to me, it never has and it never will.

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