Apart Them Cold Winds

Keep bangin' on my eardrum
Spew my name in despite
Slain and pillage what I've become
Not too pleased with the sight
For the turn of my ol' glory
Man me up to be a man
Through the night I stay in ornery
Blame the truth and who I can

Apart them cold winds a blowin'
A heated breath of despair
All them signs and telltales are showin'
That unloving is not fair

Kneeling down at my uncomfort
My profane unsober might
Never shaded or hid my dirt
Left it open in plain sight
I'll save my doubts for the greener grass
For all the better or for worse
A wicked stare upon my empty glass
I trade my song for your curse

Apart them cold winds are blowin'
I feel warm in your hate
All them signs and telltales are showin'
That unlove is my fate

Apart them cold winds a blowin'
I find heat in your shade
All them signs and telltales are showin'
That unlove is what I made
All them signs and telltales are showin'
That unlove is what I made



Credits
Writer(s): Fredrik Enqvist
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