I came into the cold,
There was tired oak and hangin' from the branches were the lies you sold
For a heart worth gold
Make a wish to bear
Leave the dead feelings beside the clothes you wear
You got your soul, it's enough to find love.
But it's enough to change when your hearts grown old
And your minds gone cold
You've been givin' it up, it's the same old story
Got your tally made of the lies you've told
So eyes still roam
You've been givin' it up, for the same old story.
I stepped out on the road
There were handsome faces and behind their filth there were the lies they sold
For a heart worth gold
Make a wish to bear
Leave the dead feeling beside the clothes you wear
You got your soul, it's enough to find love
But it's enough to change when your heart grown old
And your minds gone cold
You've been givin' it up, it's the same old story
Got your tally made of the lies you've told
So eyes still roam
You've been givin' it up, for the same old story
So they came, and they went, and they got all they could from nothing
I was always on the flight again
And they called, with a wish, that I could be changed to something
But I would only try to fight again
I came into the cold,
There was tired oak and hangin' from the branches were the lies you sold
For a heart worth gold
There was tired oak and hangin' from the branches were the lies you sold
For a heart worth gold
Make a wish to bear
Leave the dead feelings beside the clothes you wear
You got your soul, it's enough to find love.
But it's enough to change when your hearts grown old
And your minds gone cold
You've been givin' it up, it's the same old story
Got your tally made of the lies you've told
So eyes still roam
You've been givin' it up, for the same old story.
I stepped out on the road
There were handsome faces and behind their filth there were the lies they sold
For a heart worth gold
Make a wish to bear
Leave the dead feeling beside the clothes you wear
You got your soul, it's enough to find love
But it's enough to change when your heart grown old
And your minds gone cold
You've been givin' it up, it's the same old story
Got your tally made of the lies you've told
So eyes still roam
You've been givin' it up, for the same old story
So they came, and they went, and they got all they could from nothing
I was always on the flight again
And they called, with a wish, that I could be changed to something
But I would only try to fight again
I came into the cold,
There was tired oak and hangin' from the branches were the lies you sold
For a heart worth gold