One final trip on to the coast To see the sea, and it's host I had to stop my lips from making The most of foreign sounds
With one road in and one road out I never thought to pray for drought But even if I did I'd be talking to bones in the ground Because you're just a myth
And the chance you've killed the choir And the boy set him self on fire Come on youth, don't give in Like the very last bowling pin
Do you love to regret, Or forgive and forget? If you're going to forget it all Cold is comfort Comfort is cold This is cold
Fade back into the wallpaper And think about What you've done to her Don't cry yourself to sleep now It's a reaction at least
These satellites don't care for subtle moves As we push through knee-high waste seafood Picking up silver and gold From some flooded trophy room And you're just a myth
And the chance you've killed the choir And the boy set him self on fire Come on youth, don't give in Like the very last bowling pin
Do you love to regret, Or forgive and forget? If you're going to forget it all Cold is comfort Comfort is cold Yes it's cold Oh it's cold Yes it's coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
