What do you know when everything's gone?
What do you see when nothing seems real?
What do you use to fill the emptiness within?
Cold.
Cold.
What do you say when you've no words left?
Who do you see when everyone's fled?
Where do you run when the shadows've all gone?
Cold.
Cold.
What will you find if you look too hard?
Where will you be when you run too long?
Who will you be when you're not home?
Cold, love.
Cold.
Who will find you if you're always lost?
What is found within a shattered heart?
Where will you discover the answer when you find no cause?
It's cold, love.
Life.
