Cold Song Lyrics
Cold by Rob Moir The people from the buildings?
Are running to their cars
As the rain it pours hard on the boulevard
There's posters in the gutters
I see workers stacked in streetcars
On the lonesome dark ride?
That takes them back where they belong
Is it cold in your bed when I'm not there
I trace highways with my fingers
As cities shrink from airplanes
I stare out the window?
And dream of her
As I'm in the arms of strangers
In times of no real danger
On the twisted dark road?
That I confuse with home
Is it cold in your bed when I'm not there
Cuz I feel nothing at all
I don't feel I've done something wrong