Cold

When the feeling leaves you
It moves so slow
Like the loose change from your front pocket
You don’t even feel it go
When the bitter creeps in
To bite you whole
A spectre unreflected, oh
It keeps you cold
When you keep your linens
Like virgin snow
Like a blanket of white
Unbroken by the soil below
The sound don’t carry
Won’t rise or fall
It damps the racket, chokes it back
A stranglehold
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh
You paved your Hades
With precious stone
Made an hirloom to patricians and the rich alone
And the toll for crossing
I’d ow Charon
Would atrophy a half of me
The heart of gold, ah-ooh
Well, I’m not quite ready
To turn to bone
To petrify the shred of life
I’m holding onto
There’s no peace to upset
That spirit’s flown
This ossified philosophising’s getting old