Too Cold Here

Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly You soon wish you couldn't see at all Tortured in the mind, six voices alone Futile gestures, emotionless groans Everyone asks what's wrong, but what's right? And a cute lie makes everything uptight To kill your dream before it's considered To live in silence, airless closet, no vision It's easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all Too cold here Turn yourself bleeding inside Always look for walls to lean beside Too cold here Turn yourself bleed it's eyes Always look for shade to cover your eyes Self pity yourself is so shallow I am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone Whisky my coral, my piece of mind Hello mr. samsung you can't clean my soul Wake up sighing, mass for the bleeding Never share sadness mine no man prays painless Coalescing mine are hidden rooms, Cannot give anything and never could Prison it's only four walls but sometimes The mind is the smallest prison of all, Offering there upon offering As a ball with a touch feels Through it's fall, through it's fall. Too cold here Turn yourself bleeding inside Always look for walls To lean beside Too cold here Turn yourself bleed it's eyes Always look for shade To cover your eyes --- Too Cold Here - Manic Street Preachers