I hate this part
In the conversation
On a blood stained floor
Filled with worn out information
So play it safe
In desperation
With our best days gone
And sweet denial in our eyes
It's cold
It's twisted
And it won't stop for you or me
Just like time
Like death
It's twisted
And it won't stop for you or me
I like the thought if moving north
Somewhere cold I can get away
Somewhere snow might fall
And eat the sound on a cozy Sunday
But you don't like the cold
I guess not many people do
I guess I'll head up there alone
With sweet denial in my eyes
It's cold
It's twisted
And it won't stop for you or me
Just like time
Like death
It's twisted
And it won't stop for you or me
