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