I get cold
In the bed full of ghosts
I get cold
when I get lost in dirty thoughts
I wish she came back from heaven
Back to my hell
Back from heaven
Back to grant my yell
I get cold
In the streets where we've walked
I get cold
Under the snow that hardens my coat
I get cold
My mouth is mute at home
I get cold
This story has frozen my soul
I wish she came back from heaven
Back to my hell
Back from heaven
Back to grant my yell
I get cold
Well, it was not my fault
I get cold
Disorder is just a new order
The last time I saw her
It was the last time ever
The last time I saw her
It punched me right in the liver
I know where she is
I needn't do a thing
I don't know who she is
Now I just care about me
Dark bedroom pop uses sounds ranging from the childlike to the industrial to conjure a dark, inward looking atmosphere. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2020