I feel what can only be described
As a chill through my every bone
A gnawing at my sense of home
An iridescent black and blue
What you see isn't always what you have
And to hold (to have and to hold)
Dear is to never let go
Yet I still feel. well...
Cold comfort to the empty hearted
Bound and broken
Cold comfort for what was left unspoken
Will have me wishing you were here
Keep home fires burning
Spark a yearning for the confines of home
Keep home fires burning
Spark a yearning in you to find your way home
Carried your brittle bones beyond these walls
All colour bled from banner, hung at half-mast
Future fire set in stone, ghosts of second past
Feed a licking, harrowing flame
But you would not be scared away
Rising up from underneath
Undercurrent of fiery grief
I'm cold to the touch
Ghostly cold is your touch
What you see isn't always what you have
And to hold (to have and hold)
Dear is to never let go of home
Rising up from underneath
Undercurrent of fiery grief
I'm cold to the touch
Ghostly cold is your touch
