Cold Blooded Songtext
von Foxing

I know I′m a black sheep
Walking the field like a Golden Fleece
I wish that I could get out of my head but I'm back in it again
It feels the same at least
I used to cry to "Only Time"
I forget the last time I tried
I wish that A Day Without Rain would make me feel the same today
But I′m desensitized

And now nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah
I must be cold blooded

And now nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah
I must be cold blooded


I know what's on your sleeve
And when it weeps it's a holy thing
When you remember Mahlon Layne turned nine and no one
Showed up to surprisе him
You are crumbling

So why does nothing make mе cra- ah ah ah ah ah?
I must be cold blooded

Nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah
I must be cold blooded
Nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah
I must be cold blooded
I must be cold blooded

I must be cold blooded

Nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah
I must be cold blooded
Nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah
I must be cold blooded