Cold

Broken skies on the horizon, 
give me fever, tear me up. 
There’s a calm before the thunder. 
Never sure of, what’s to come. 

So hold my soul ‘til the morning. 
Love me to the bone. 
Heaven knows it’s a feeling, 
to treasure so paint it gold. 

Every day the sun is rising, 
is it too good to be true? 
You’ve got me caught in a twist in my head. 
Overthinking the things that you’ve said. 
Make me dream that I drive you away all alone. 
Everything I invent in my head, 
sabotaging the time that we spent. 
And now I need to know. 

Just tell me that you’ll, 
hold my soul ‘til the morning. 
Love me to the bone. 
Heaven knows it’s a feeling, 
to treasure so paint it gold. 
Say you love me. Say you feel it. 
Say you’re never turning cold. 
Cos heaven knows it’s a feeling, 
to treasure so paint it gold. 

I’ve been spinning out of place, 
but it’s an illusion I know. 
Maybe it’s a test of faith, 
to leave me feeling cold. 

Hold my soul ‘til the morning. 
Love me to the bone. 
Heaven knows it’s a feeling, 
to treasure so paint it gold. 
Say you love me. Say you feel it. 
Say you’re never turning cold. 
Cos heaven knows it’s a feeling, 
to treasure so paint it gold.