Cold Hands (For Dying Hearts)
The summer storm brings the breaking news
from the west horizon their words are cold,
Their empty promises won't heal or feed us
Now we're losing hope
Don't even think we'll make it through this brand new year
We've got the scars,
We've got the bars erected all around us ....
Cold are, the hands .... of the blessed Americans! [x2]
Keep on looking, you can't quit feel them!
The summer storm brings the breaking news
from the west horizon their words are cold,
Their empty promises won't heal or feed us
Now we're losing hope
Don't even think we'll make it through this brand new year
We've got the scars,
We've got the bars erected all around us ....
Cold are, the hands .... of the blessed Americans!
Keep on looking, you can't quit feel them! [x2]
