[ Featuring the Bleeding Hearts ]
Layers of dust on your windowsill
Feel like you're starving but you've had your fill
Layers of dust on your very soul
Feel like you're moving, but no place to go
Just sitting there staring at the skies
Every second something beautiful dies
And every second your weary bones grow older
Take my hand - it's getting colder
You say nobody loves you, so you don't exist
Sometimes the truth is so easy to resist
You say nobody loves you, so you just crawl on home
Sometimes the truth cuts right to the bone
Just sitting there letting life go by
Every minute is a another reason why
You'll never stop to look back over your shoulder
Take my hand - it's getting colder
You know, I keep on walking down the street
And I see the people holding hands
And I see them staring down at the ground
And the same old world keeps turning around and around
And around and around
And around and around
And around and around
And around and around
And around and around
And around and around
And around - hey hey
Walking the rooms, you feel just like a ghost
Good times far away, good times so close
Closing the shutters against the wind
Closing your heart, too scared to begin
The house is full it feels just like a shell
Behind every door another tale to tell
And each room echoes with all the lies you told her
Take my hand - it's getting colder
