Cold Sets In

Tradução


World's First Cinema

Compositor: Fil Thorpe / John Sinclair

How could I love you better
If I barely love myself?
It's like giving my hands to hold
As I'm crawling out of hell

And I know this life is
Complicated, I could fake it
If I tried to lie
But you'd catch me every time

I hate it when the cold sets in
But I love the way it draws us
Closer than we've ever been
Holding on for warmth

And I barely felt the spark returning
Before it left again
I hate it when the journey ends
But I love to start again

How many ways can someone
How many ways can someone
Bend before they’ve broken?
I can feel cracks in the face I wear
From the words you’ve spoken

And I know this time is
The very last that I can ask you
Turn yourself around
And wander back to me

So I squeeze my fist
And I bite my tongue
And I taste that bitter truth

I hate it when the cold sets in
But I love the way it draws us
Closer than we’ve ever been
Holding on for warmth

And I barely felt the spark returning
Before it left again
I hate it when the journey ends
But I love to start again

I hate it when the cold sets in
But I love the way it draws us
Closer than we’ve ever been
Holding on for warmth

And I barely felt the spark returning
Before it left again
I hate it when the journey ends
But I love to start again

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