Manic Street Preachers - Too Cold Here Lyrics
Born in burial gowns, recessing slowlyYou soon wish you couldnt see at allTortured in the mind, six voices aloneFutile gestures, emotionless groansEveryone asks whats wrong, but whats right?And a cute lie makes everything uptightTo kill your dream before its consideredTo live in silence, airless closet, no visionIts easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to callSuspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at allToo cold hereTurn yourself bleeding insideAlways look for walls to lean besideToo cold hereTurn yourself bleed its eyesAlways look for shade to cover your eyesSelf pity yourself is so shallowI am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stoneWhisky my coral, my piece of mindHello mr. samsung you cant clean my soulWake up sighing, mass for the bleedingNever share sadness mine no man prays painlessCoalescing mine are hidden rooms,Cannot give anything and never couldPrison its only four walls but sometimesThe mind is the smallest prison of all,Offering there upon offeringAs a ball with a touch feelsThrough its fall, through its fall.Too cold hereTurn yourself bleeding insideAlways look for wallsTo lean besideToo cold hereTurn yourself bleed its eyesAlways look for shadeTo cover your eyes
