Cold Songtext
von The Black and White Years

You are cold
Absolutely frightful to the touch
Someone take my face and my name
And do something better with them


It′s getting old
Well, perhaps I ask too much
Someone take my heart and my brain
And do something better with them

I suppose
You'd be dangerous to touch
You could take my place, say the lines
And you would do better at them

When I′m getting old
I won't expect too much
Simply take my space, take my time
And do something useful with them