Chris Bathgate Yes I'm Cold
Yes, I'm cold
Cold as Ice
And so now
You know
How our story
Is supposed
To go
I say yes
And then
I say no
You burnt a bird and then you held it cause your collar
now is a bloody cuff and you kept heart inside your
throat poured your name into every note and sacred song
can be a silent sigh so every breathe now signifies
