What about the heartache What about the emptiness inside It doesn't just fade away Turning the knife How much can I bleed The cut runs deep Got your finger on the trigger Your cold eyes taking aim You took a shot at my heart

How does it feel How does it feel (How does it feel) When you're alone And you're cold inside On and on and on it came Take my name and just let me be How does it feel (How does it feel now) Like a stranger in Moscow (oh, not the same) We're talkin'

We grow, grow, older still Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags As the old pine fell we sang Just to bless the morning We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn

I should know, but it's cold And I don't wanna be lonely Where did you go? Hurry, I'm worried Told you not to worry But maybe that's a lie Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside? Remember not to get too close to stars

It’s where my demons hide This is my kingdom come When you feel my heat Look into my eyes Don’t get too close It’s dark inside No matter what we breed We still are made of greed When the days are cold

I'm cold and confused with no guiding light left inside Pure hearts and stumble In my hands they crumble And fragile and stripped to the core I can't hurt you anymore Loved by numbers You loosing, life's wonder And touch like strangers detached I can't

Dreamcatcher That cannot stay I can see you waving In the night alone Slow winter And I feel I might get left out in the cold Ooh and I died today A little inside And I can see you waiting

It’s where my demons hide This is my kingdom come When you feel my heat Look into my eyes Don’t get too close It’s dark inside No matter what we breed We still are made of greed When the days are cold

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul And tearing love apart And now you want me one more time So don't come back for me Don't come back for me

We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Together we go Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead