Used to the Cold Songtext
von Alicia Stockman

Just another Tuesday night
And the bills aren′t paid
He yells at me like it's his job
But I take it all in stride

He cracks himself another beer
He says it helps keep his head clear
I slip out the door
My shift starts at midnight

It′s the dead of winter
The air is bitter
The nights are as long as they will ever be
Isn't it strange
How we all get used to the cold?


We met back in college
It was easy then
We had plans to buy a boat
And see every beach on the map

Days and years came and went
Everything I made he spent
On bottles and bottles and bottles
Of nothin' but dreams turned into sand

Now it′s the dead of winter
The air is bitter
The nights are as long as they will ever be
Isn′t it strange
How we all get used to the cold?

Now it's the dead of winter
The air is bitter
The nights are as long as they′ll ever be
Isn't it strange
How we all get used to the cold?