The coldest nights

My coldest vein

When the light from the morning, it comes and it leaves me again

Don’t delay, I dismay

For the feeling I get when I see you, it warms the air

Don’t delay, I need you there.




Cos you were the one to call me up, to calm me down, keep my feet on the ground, don’t take much to see you’re the one for me




When you feel it’s a blessing

But borrowing is a curse

Something blue’s gone cold

And it’s for better or for worse

You were the one, the only one, the only one for me

Not gunna mess you, not gunna mess you around.




With every step, with every word, with every conceivable story I’ve heard

With every kiss I catch your eye

With every bone in me I apologise

We love, we love, we love.




Cos you were the one to call me up, to calm me down, keep my feet on the ground, don’t take much to see you’re the one for me







When you feel it’s a blessing

Not gunna mess you. Real love.

When you feel it’s a blessing

Borrowing is a curse

Some things please don’t call

For better or for worse

Hold your breath and count to ten,

You can’t hide here,

You can’t fight here.

Breath i n and try again,

The old familiar feeling.




Pull me under,

And heal the bones that feel alone,

A voice in my head said,

You can always talk about it.




The more you run,

The more you fear,

The more you waste,

The less you care.

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones.







Don’t you ever have to talk about it?

With your back to the wall you’re a loaded gun,

Undone.

Don’t you ever have the fear about it?

When it’s stacked in your favour,

But it comes out wrong,

Undone,

Undone.




So the writings on the wall,

But you don’t know it,

Cos you don’t own it.

And all the people you lean on,

Well you all owe them,

And you don’t know it.




Pull me under,

And heal the bones that feel alone,

A voice in my head said.




The more you run,

The more you fear,

The more you waste,

The less you care.

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones,

The lonely ones.







Don’t you ever have to talk about it?

With your back to the wall you’re a loaded gun,

Undone.

Don’t you ever have the fear about it?

When it’s stacked in your favour,

But it comes out wrong,

Undone,

Undone.