My heart getting cold Then the streets getting colder They said I would't make it no way I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold Told them I would make it one day Young lord knows I never had a role model I was loading gold hollows in my

We hold each other When the days get short Something happens when I hold her She keeps my heart from getting older and the nights get a little bit colder I miss the words we used to say I miss the sounds of yesterday I miss the games we used to play like