It's Too Cold

Moxy Fruvous

You're the last of a breed and it's beginning to stink
So you take to the clouds with your bible and drink
The proclamation was made, the proclamation was felt
There's a new notch on your belt
Very carefully you've protected your house
Now there's no getting out

It's too cold
It's too late
It's too far

There's a lovely house on a lovelier street
There's a burning star but it's giving no heat
To the sting that was felt on the back of your hand
Now someone's lost command
Very secretly you've infected your house
Now there's no getting out

It's too cold
It's too late
It's too far

Lonely at nightfall
Bad dreams of rag dolls
When the bough breaks
The earth shakes
No one hears at all

You're such a lucky bastard
I hope I didn't scare you
We did not do nothing to you
Leave you alone
Leave you alone