كلمات Beneath The Surface

Cold days in April Were brought about by change in vain Finding comfort in the falling of the rain The rain Cold days in April Were brought about by rising tides Finding comfort in the warmth we hold inside, inside I find myself back home; don't know how I got there And I feel like I'm stuck, I'm stuck inside But the only thing I know, even though I don't you don't care Is that my world's prepared to die Cold days in April Brisk winds and chills in the air Does it feel like anyone cares? Does anyone, does anyone care? No one can hear my screams of pain In the silence of today, the silence of today The echo of my call will haunt them Until I'm dead, until I'm dead Cold days in April...