It's Cold In This Town
My vicious attempt
To build your compassion
I construct us in vein
Pride unravels and winds
Discarded my chance
I left the comforts of home
Watched the world then divide
You're destroying my body
I kept writing your ghost
The guilt tore up my insides
My faith tangled in prayer
And I'll run home to you
(Run home to you)
From the cold side of France
(Cold side of France)
To the West side of home
(West side of home)
It's cold in this town
(It's cold in this town)
I'll see Paris in June
Their prayers fill my head
It's disturbing my sleep
Built my faith on a wire
Pulled tight it split at the seams
Despite you in dreams
My palms they still bleed
Bled my love for this world
Father I am
I'm home
I'll run home to you
(Run home to you)
From the cold side of France
(Cold side of France)
To the West side of home
(West side of home)
It's cold in this town
(It's cold in this town)
I'll see Paris in June
I kept writing your ghost
The guilt tore up my insides
My faith tangled in prayer
And I'll run home to you
(Run home to you)
From the cold side of France
(Cold side of France)
To the West side of home
(West side of home)
It's cold in this town
(It's cold in this town)
I'll see Paris in June
I kept writing your ghost
The guilt tore up my insides
My faith tangled in prayer
And I'll run home to you
From the cold side of France
(From the old side of France)
To the West side of home
(To the west side of home)
It's cold in this town
(It's cold in this town)
I'll see Paris in June
To build your compassion
I construct us in vein
Pride unravels and winds
Discarded my chance
I left the comforts of home
Watched the world then divide
You're destroying my body
I kept writing your ghost
The guilt tore up my insides
My faith tangled in prayer
And I'll run home to you
(Run home to you)
From the cold side of France
(Cold side of France)
To the West side of home
(West side of home)
It's cold in this town
(It's cold in this town)
I'll see Paris in June
Their prayers fill my head
It's disturbing my sleep
Built my faith on a wire
Pulled tight it split at the seams
Despite you in dreams
My palms they still bleed
Bled my love for this world
Father I am
I'm home
I'll run home to you
(Run home to you)
From the cold side of France
(Cold side of France)
To the West side of home
(West side of home)
It's cold in this town
(It's cold in this town)
I'll see Paris in June
I kept writing your ghost
The guilt tore up my insides
My faith tangled in prayer
And I'll run home to you
(Run home to you)
From the cold side of France
(Cold side of France)
To the West side of home
(West side of home)
It's cold in this town
(It's cold in this town)
I'll see Paris in June
I kept writing your ghost
The guilt tore up my insides
My faith tangled in prayer
And I'll run home to you
From the cold side of France
(From the old side of France)
To the West side of home
(To the west side of home)
It's cold in this town
(It's cold in this town)
I'll see Paris in June
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