Catching Cold

Wasn't there a time
Or a day
We spent chasing butterflies
Must be nice

Wasn't there a park
Or a place
We would wander late at night
Must be nice

These days all that I know
An endless itch in my coat
These days covered in snow
These days catching cold

Wasn't there a voice
Or a face
That could quell my beating heart
Now so far

Wasn't there a song
No, a name
Somewhere right back at the start
Or did I dream it?

These days all that I know
An endless itch in my coat
These days covered in snow
These days catching cold

The feeling in my memory burns like
Carbon oxide
Formless but alive
Alive



Credits
Writer(s): Parmida Kakavand
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