The Cold Has Killed Us

The cold has killed us
And tonight now you know
You can hide but it shows
You are just
All but out of my hands

Long dead children
Who are floating above
Hanging lost and in love
They can
Not make this easy to understand

You’re an accident waiting to happen
You’re an accident waiting to happen

The cold has killed us
And tonight is the ghost
And it’s clear that we both must adjust
This cold wind
Is taking us nowhere

Long learned postures
They are carefully posed
But when you’re composed, be sure
There’s no way
You can prepare

For an accidеnt waiting to happen
An accident waiting to happen
Oh you didn’t mеan it to happen