Cold Songtext
von Rob Moir

The people from the buildings
Are running to their cars
As the rain pours
On the boulevard
There′s posters in the gutters
I see workers staring at streetcars
On the lonesome dark ride
That takes them back where they belong
Is it cold?
Is it cold?
Is it cold in your bed when I'm not there?
I trace highways with my fingers


As cities shrink from airplanes
And I stare out the window
And I dream of home
As I′m in the arms of strangers
In towns of no real danger
On the twisted dark road
That I confuse with home
Is it cold?
Is it cold?
Is it cold in your bed when I'm not there?
'Cause I feel nothing at all
And I don′t feel I′ve done something wrong