Cold Bed Lyrics

The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk

than he has seemed in nights before
skinless face and yellow heart, he

hesitates and I wait

All my stories are about the same things

I find so many beds for them

I find this package of tiny lamps

and it makes a firey ring

Right now is the reason I carry this jewel

everywhere round my neck
I keep it close but still outside

this is my explanation

All my stories are about the same things

I find so many beds for them

I find this package of tiny lamps

and it makes a firey ring
A box of love and s** and reflection

its got my face and hands

the lonely is yellow and old

watch the cold around my bed

All my stories are about the same things

I find so many beds for them

I find this package of tiny lamps

and it makes a firey ring