Your eyes are cold,
I know you'll tell me all. 
Not to fall, 
I lean against the wall. 
I'm on the floor, 
not listening anymore. 
I should have known, 
the things to which you're prone. 
(You cross your arms, 
and tell no lies, 
a thousand thoughts run 
through my mind, 
a thousand words that I don't need, 
I never thought you could do this.) 

Your eyes are cold, 
I know you'll tell me all. 
Not to fall, 
I lean against the wall.