I said lo, lo and behold
I just wanna know
Why I'm so cold
And I hope I learn
Before I get old
How I can burn
When I feel so cold
I've been inside for days
Watching curtains as they sway
Ranges falling like a blade on me and Mr. Callaway
I got one direction home
Police tape blocking off half the road
Dead fragments of some kid's phone
And a white bouquet on a traffic cone
And there's the man with four cans of super tea
Having heated conversations with ghosts I can't even see
And hopefully
Tomorrow will swallow today
Tomorrow will swallow today
I said lo, lo and behold
I just wanna know
Why I'm so cold
And I hope I learn
Before I get old
How I can burn
When I feel so cold
Come and go the hollow ways
Passing the cue for the pharmacy
Another little bottle of side effects
Another blue pill for your cold
And a bottle for your tired sex
And this rain it keeps on falling
Hollywood stars on a blacktop falling
I swallow, choke and then take it all in
Falling
And there's the man behind the counter in the shop
That all the kids take the piss out of
And I wish that they would stop
But they will not
And tomorrow will laugh at today
I said lo, lo and behold
I just wanna know
Why I'm so cold
And I hope I learn
Before I get old
How I can burn
When I feel so cold
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold, cold