I’ve had a couple points of no return
And just about as many lessons
I thought I’d learned
My words were pure
I had something to say
So if she really loved me
She loved me in a cold way
A very cold way
Every day
Further away
The snare is a fist
The kick is a heart
The launch is a lie
The piece is not art
Hurricane start turning
Curse fuel yearning
Live code red
It’s all in your head
Get ready for the deep hit
For the blow below the belt
She’s using up my ressources
She’s beating the deadest of horses
My words were pure
I had something to say
And if she really loved me
She loved me in a cold way
A very cold way