It's Cold

I would really like to be at home
Watching television all alone
And talking to my cat who doesn't bother me
I should go and make some tea
It's cold

I would like to be there on my own
Painting yellow pictures of the lawn
Aand looking through the curtains down the street
Where the lights are part of me
It's cold
It's cold
It's cold
It's cold

I would light a candle and stroke the cat
He'd come close to me to bend his head
To my hands upon my knees
He'd know exactly why I freeze
It's cold
It's cold
It's cold
It's cold

Where's the guitar with the broken string?
I might try to play a little song and sing
But somehow my voice sounds dull and wrong
And the fingers feel so numb
It's cold
It's cold
It's cold
It's cold

I feel a little guilty, I've never told you babe
But anyway, it's much too late
And when those stupid tears fall down
I feel the cold down to my bones
It's cold
It's cold
It's cold
It's cold

It's cold



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