Cold - Aqualung, Lucy Schwartz

God and His priests and His kings

All were waiting

All will wait

As they go over

Held between heaven and hell

As they’re dancing,

As they dance over and over

Over

Cold

Cold

Crimson and bare as I stand

Yours completely,

Yours as we go over

Sing for the lion and lamb

Their hearts are hunting

Still hunts hope ever and ever

Ever

Cold

Cold

God and His priests and His kings

Turn their faces

Even they feel the cold

What you are given

Can’t be forgotten

And never forsaken

What you are given

Can’t be forgotten

And never forsaken

What you are given

Can’t be forgotten

Cold