Stars Are Cold
Martin Newell
Pale, the winter sun
On hard ground
Where we run
Sky is charcoal grey
In flat fields
Where we lay
I catch my breath
Time stands still
On the edge of the blue day
When you are gone
Stars are cold
Stars are cold
Dark, the shadows fall
Trees are blue
Trees are tall
Then, the day is old
Dreams are still
Turned to stone
I catch my breath
Time stands still
On the edge of the blue day
When you are gone
Stars are cold
Stars are cold