Cold Enough to Climb
Sky was smoker pink
We’d driven seven hours
Your rocky face
My stony frown
Taking nothing sitting down
Stopping by a field of cows
The spooky light cold enough to climb
Inside your arms in my mind
That’s where I left myself behind
(We stay till we don’t feel a thing)
We’re building towns out of ink
We realise pixelated towers
But to think the world inside
Is just beyond our powers
When I go give me chills
The spooky light cold enough to climb
Inside your arms in my mind
That’s where I’ll leave myself behind
(They say you won’t feel a thing)