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The night creeps through my bones with a winter's chill, sending shivers down my spine* |
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Like cold hands across my skin |
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Five months have passed and taken with them every sense of warmth |
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Until my blood ran cold and life stood still |
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And still I hold my breath, counting the nights I've stood with my heart in hand |
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And still I hold my breath, counting the nights. |
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Waiting for silence to break me down again |
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If only you could see |
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See it in my eyes how much it means |
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Your touch, Your smile |
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To a heart that's beat has long since given out and given in |
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The night opens wide, swallowing every sense |
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Embracing me with emptiness |
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The hours have become irritations, and I find myself reduced to life's imitation |
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How can we truly say that we are alive |
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When everything I see in me is screaming |
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How can we truly say that we are alive |
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When everything I see in me is screaming otherwise? |
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It's screaming otherwise |
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Cause five months have passed and taken with them every sense of warmth |
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Until my blood ran cold and life stood still |
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The hours have become irritations, and I find myself reduced to life's imitation |
