Cold Steel Hands

Would you make me a coffee or two
I don't want to head out half asleep
I swallowed a cannonball in my dream
And it's pulling me back underneath my sheets
It's freezing out
You morning blues
Oh I'm here I ain't no coward I's never hiding from you
Couple coughs
A few forlorn stares
The wind whistles in the windows, and it dared to question me

Will you run
When the past comes back to life
Where those cold steel
Hands were sharp as knives
And your burdens
Oh they clung in a disguise
Of your solace
Where the air was cold as ice
Oh no

Could you spare me a dollar or two?
I never like to take off having too much to lose
Couple coins, and the air in my lungs
But I'll need to bunker down when winter comes
Met a man
Stood tall and free
His mouth ran like an engine oh, the things he's asking me
Every time
I say back no sir
You must love the hours spent playing in the dirt
And he asked

Will you run
When the past comes back to life
Where those cold steel
Hands were sharp as knives
And your burdens
Oh they clung in a disguise
Of your solace
Where the air was cold as ice
No sir

Will you run
When the past comes back to life
Where those cold steel
Hands were sharp as knives
And your burdens
Oh they clung in a disguise
Of your solace
Where the air was cold as ice
Oh no