Cold – The Oh HellosBy When the feeling leaves youIt moves so slowLike the loose change from your front pocketYou don’t even feel it goWhen the bitter creeps inTo bite you wholeA spectre unreflected, ohIt keeps you coldWhen you keep your linensLike virgin snowLike a blanket of whiteUnbroken by the soil belowThe sound don’t carryWon’t rise or fallIt damps the racket, chokes it backA strangle hold (awoo)Well, you paved your hadesWith precious stoneMade an heirloom to patricians and theRich aloneAnd the toll for crossingI’d owe CharonWould atrophy a half of meThe heart of goldWell, I’m not quite readyTo turn to boneTo petrify the shred of lifeI’m holding ontoThere’s no peace to upsetThat spirit’s flownThis ossified philosophizing’sGetting old www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20