The Cold Wars کے بول

See the wrecking crews go by Leave a broken piece of you outside. See the smokers out to breathe, Coughing secrets as you start to leave. See your words hang in the cold Clouds of chatter from inside your soul. Every story stained in glass Starts to shatter on your way to class. The cold is nice, when love is ice Our solitude will warm the room. We'll melt here like icicles, electric and lyrical Our solitude will warm the room So let's never leave the room. See the Blakeans on fire campus poetry or real desire? Elbows covered for the freeze, I feel it coming with your Western breeze. The cold is nice, when love is ice Our solitude will warm the room. We'll melt here like icicles, electric and lyrical Our solitude will warm the room So let's never leave the room. My lips still unused to you chaps all come on to you Tongue on the icy steel stuck like we used to feel.