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 strangle hold Ah-ooh Ah-ooh Ah-ooh You paved your Hades With precious stone Made an heirloom to patricians And the rich alone And the toll for crossing I'd owe 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 philosophizing's Getting old