Cold Song Lyrics

A pale frame by an oil flame

Seems engrained in my collection of memories

Of pain and painted souls that won't let you go

They glow in the dark but there's nothing inside

Where the ghosts hide, the right side becomes the wrong

When you're holding on to what has gone

And you can't see beyond the end of your runny nose

Oh don't ever think you'll be through

The sound has gone but the echo is due

Ah A-a-ah Ah

An old man smiles behind his hand

His caravan is sinking into the grizzled sand that fills your eyes

He did his best but after all you're only young

And you don't recognise him

Rising from the fountain

A crimson pen is writing letters, I am well again

The thorn is out and no doubt but soon without your company

I'll be strong again

Oh no I'll never be through

The time has come but the chances are few

Ah A-a-ah Ah

Pack my bags and learn my lesson

When he speaks again I'll listen

Turn another page tomorrow and smile

Find another life to borrow - for a while