Still alive despite this cold
Press your ear to the ground below
No way back for this stampeding herd
‘cause people say the stupidest things,
Without a thought for the grief it brings
But there’s comfort in the way we’re made of words
Oh my, my pulse is feeling loud
If they could only see you now
It is strange how my pride has grown
But the way I used to take a joke
Has faded slow, soon to disappear
Like a string of pearls around a neck
Each one clinging to the next
We can’t let go, there’s safety in this fear
Oh my, my pulse is feeling loud
If they could only see you now
If you’re half-alone in a piece of time with a make or break sort of frame of mind
Let the moment pass let it strain a smile in a twirling mass in a blur of style
You were safe and sound in those wailing woods, an obsession now that won’t do you good
But that never stopped the most ardent men with a thirst for joy that’s without end
And it rumbles on that forgotten song of a million souls who did nothing wrong
But to follow those with a charming sheen and a promised plan that was swift and clean
And it all floods back from where once was dearth like the smell of rain hitting hot, dry earth
With a pull that’s strong that we can’t resist, where the past leans close with a loving kiss