The cold has a voice
It talks to me
Stillborn, by choice
It airs no need
to hold
Old man feel the cold
Oh baby don't
'cause I've been told to
Stay on these roads
We shall meet, I know
Stay on...my love
We shall meet, I know
I know
Where joy should reign
these skies restrain
'Shadow your love...'
The voice trails off again
Old man feel the cold
Oh baby don't
'cause I've been told
Stay on these roads t there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes, too numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowwhere where he's been
Was never quite like this
And his thoughts are full
Of strangers, corridors
Of naked lights, and his mind
Once full of reason
Now there's more than meets the eye
Now a stranger's face he carries with him
And at heart he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought.
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