Derek Pitts - Blood on the Paper

Cold Water

Cold mountain water
Is tasting like home
I've taken my blows like a fir

And still is the night
That brought her to life
Only to find
She would die halfway gone

My war torn silhouette
Been telling those lies again
Gambling it all for the sea

And my heroes of old
Are settled in stone
The masks that they wore
Lay alone at their feet

And all I see is her
Rain drop eyes and diamonds in her hair
The wind she told a song of gold, I'm out here counting days
Wish I had just one more day to spare

Credits
Writer(s): Edward Christopher Sheeran, Justin Bieber, Philip Meckseper, Karen Marie Orsted, Jamie Scott, Benjamin Joseph Levin, Thomas Wesley Pentz, Henry Allen
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