Cold Skin

Cold skin stretched again around our tender healing bones
Winter hasn't started, but we're hiding in our homes
The prophecies of new year seen through the glazed grey eyes of doubt
What we could do, we could learn to do without

A blank page for your plans
An hour glass but no sand
Requests and demands
Broken promises and blood red hands

December only warns of what January brings
The pantomimes are over but you're holding tight to your puppet strings
You're grooming trees to blossom when the fire is all they'll see
Coming home for Christmas, but holding out for sleep

A blank page for your plans
An hour glass but no sand
Requests and demands
Broken promises and blood red hands

Escape this dance
Don't make those plans
Escape this dance
Don't make no plans, No Plans

A blank page for your plans
An hour glass but no sand
Requests and demands
Broken promises and blood red hands



Credits
Writer(s): Max Osborne
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