the cold

Tighten up your collar, turn your face into the cold

It’s not been like this for so long, boy you might be gettin’ old

Close up all the windows, turn the furnace up on full

It’s not been like this for so long, boy you might be gettin’ old

Boy I might be gettin’ old

Throw out all the magazines, they just get in the way

Drop down inside me, what do I want to say

It’s so long I’ve been here opening my eyes

Look all around this empty room, I get so terrified of you

And I’ve got boxes of photographs, I’ve got drawers full of letters

Memories and connections, I’ve got a life without direction

The paths open up like trenches, none of them for me

I only seem to move in inches, what is wrong with me

But I believe in a life worth living

I believe in not wasting time

The dreams are too important, the passion means too much

It’s the only real thing around us so don’t fear this touch

No, don’t fear this, don’t fear this touch

And I am leaving today, don’t want any fuss made

You know it will be this way, this one or another day

And the wind is all around, comin’ down on this town

Let me go, let me go, let me go

 

And I don’t mean to be alarming

I don’t mean to be fear inspiring

In the cold holdout for reality I just want some company

So take me over, govern every sense I know

Be a river, pull me under, far below

Let me feel your waters, the healing matters

I will let down all my barriers, tumble all my walls

Settle my soul

words & music dc 1995