Cold Hands Songtext
von Traumship
Cold Hands Songtext
You′re walking you're walking
And the zombie he could easily overcome
You′re looking right behind you and you know he's there
You know it and he knows better
You're talking you′re talking
And the zombie he could easily understand
You′re talking to a dead man and you know he'll care
Your words sound like a long prayer
Breathe
His cold hands won′t touch you, now
Breathe
He's getting more distant, now
He will never see through you
Your dreams
Were rather peculiar
Even simply look
At you, at you
He′s calling, He's calling
Now the junkie he could easily overdose
Craving for attention that has led nowhere
His words sound like a long prayer
He′s falling, he's falling
Now the junkie he could easily disappear
Sinking in deep sorrow with no love to share
He knows it and you know better
Breathe
His cold hands won't touch you, now
Breathe
He′s getting more distant, now
He will never see through you
Your dreams
Were rather peculiar
Even simply look
At you, at you
Breathe
His cold hands won′t touch you, now
Breathe
He's getting more distant, now
Breathe
His cold hands won′t touch you, now
Breathe
He's getting more distant, now
He will never see through you
Your dreams
Were rather peculiar
Even simply look
At you, at you
And the zombie he could easily overcome
You′re looking right behind you and you know he's there
You know it and he knows better
You're talking you′re talking
And the zombie he could easily understand
You′re talking to a dead man and you know he'll care
Your words sound like a long prayer
Breathe
His cold hands won′t touch you, now
Breathe
He's getting more distant, now
He will never see through you
Your dreams
Were rather peculiar
Even simply look
At you, at you
He′s calling, He's calling
Now the junkie he could easily overdose
Craving for attention that has led nowhere
His words sound like a long prayer
He′s falling, he's falling
Now the junkie he could easily disappear
Sinking in deep sorrow with no love to share
He knows it and you know better
Breathe
His cold hands won't touch you, now
Breathe
He′s getting more distant, now
He will never see through you
Your dreams
Were rather peculiar
Even simply look
At you, at you
Breathe
His cold hands won′t touch you, now
Breathe
He's getting more distant, now
Breathe
His cold hands won′t touch you, now
Breathe
He's getting more distant, now
He will never see through you
Your dreams
Were rather peculiar
Even simply look
At you, at you
Writer(s): Alexandre Junod, Carsten Krueger, Patrick Renfert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
