Baby I'm cold










Baby, I’m cold.

The wind suffocated me through my very bone and took my crystallized soul
I am lost in the white winterland
I do not know where I stand
           How can you run to stand still?

Baby, I’m cold.

The music slowly faded out and I could dance no more
I’d lost my Manolo and stood in barefoot
Stepped on the coldest stone with the whole nerves frozen
           How can you talk without a sound?
          How can you scream without a raising voice?
          How can you roar without sorrow?

Baby, I’m cold.

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