Another night, another demise, Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice I'll let the wind blow out the light Cause its gets more painful every time i die. The faint blaze of the candle of my life, Slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain. No sparks of hope

Hold on, hold on I'm coming, I'm coming Don't you ever be sad Lean on me in times of bad When the day comes and you're in doubt In a river of trouble about to drown Because I'm here I'm on my way your lover When you get cold

Well I'm here in the dark, And I can't see the light of day. Yes I'm here in the dark, And I'm feeling so very blue. And in my heart I feel so sad. For I share the worlds troubles, Its why I feel this way. Oh yes its cold outside, And the rain is fallin

Kiss on the mouth, bliss of a touch Hand in a hand, killing the fiend I'll write my love on more Than a thousand weeping willows Walk on your voice so far so close Whispering child so cold so mild All the colors mixed up in falls of rainbows Tears on

How can we say we're still in love and not be lovers? How did we get here, where you can be right there And I can be with you and miss you? Had a bottle of wine and a perfectly fine dinner Talk about school, work, life and how cold it was last winter Lay

It's so cold, cold as hell 35 below and falling How I wish that she was calling me It's such a lonely world It's like Latitude 88 North Latitude 88 North The iceman came to me tonight So very near but out of sight I heard the footsteps in the hall

Everything that you've done I am the one who crawled through the wire Silent and froze in the mud I know a cold as cold as it gets Blew out the light of my soul To the end of the earth I search for your face For the one who laid all of our beauty to

Sally scanned me right out the condo How quick, How quick the mind goes Game meets game that's how the life goes Stripped the boy out of his house coat Higggggggh, high up in the sky Cold as ice Tell no lies Sally, Sally

Go down you Blood Red Roses Go down you pinks and posies Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea On the good ship Bonadventure, a'whaling men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice The wind will bite right through you

I'm just a cold beer drinker, check out the callus on pop-top finger Got a cooler in the back with a 12 pack ready to roll I'm a killer karaoke country singer, top-water rattle-trap spinner bait slinger king of the grill and a short putt sinker Whiskey