Cold – Anxious

My body goes cold
Sold new and old
At the end of the day all money folds
Who will you hold?

Your mother, a brother, or a stranger?
Who will keep your heart beating?
Whose promises are you keeping?

(My body)
My body goes cold
Sold new and old
At the end of the day all money folds
Who will you hold?

Who will you hold?
Who spins your gold
Because I’m spinning mine
Tell me am I wasting my time?

We all know how it goes
When you hold someone too close
And they let you go
I don’t want to be on my own
And die alone