Lyrics

The Cold Sinks In (partial capo on 3rd fret 65432; partial capo on 5th 543)

C2 G
The snow rolls on to the edge of the land.
Like I’m on your giant bed, just a toy in your hand.
In the starlight I can see it all clear.
Every crime and every ghost that appears.

refrain
F C F C G
The cold sinks in, the cold sinks in, the truth sinks in.

I just realized that I have no winter coat.
I was warmed by your beauty without any hope.
Like a sparkler at night burns patterns in your eyes.
Just don’t grab it. The heat makes you cry.

Refrain

My roots under the snow. My hands in the sky.
You start chopping away. Heartwood chips start to fly.
I open up my hand and find a beautiful ring.
It turns into a dove and is gone on the wing.
refrain

Words and music by David B. Hakan
© 2012 All Rights Reserved
10-16-2012