Cold To The Touch

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So I’m wrong — but that doesn’t make you right
Same answer with a different meaning every night
With every little chance I’m taking
There’s yet another heart that’s breaking

So I’m wrong, but that doesn’t change my ways
An alibi, excuses and a purple haze
An orange light that’s glowing like an ember
Like getting out of bed in December —
Cold, cold, cold

Cold to the touch
It’s kinda rough
You’re never warm, never soft

The next time, if ever the chance should arise

I’m gonna look right into those coal-black eyes
Where every little glance you’ve stolen
Is in a safe of secret moments

There’s no key, no combination to know
Pure ice and driven as the bitter snow
An orange light that’s glowing like an ember
Like getting out of bed in December —
Cold, cold, cold

Cold to the touch
It’s kinda rough
You’re never warm, never soft

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