Cold Rain - Comadre

She said, with the cancer-curing voice of an angel

That «I bet the rain is colder when you’re standing next to me.»

And the ten ten reasons why I’m still alive

Could fill the backseat of your girlfriend’s ride

Enter the Void of our simple minds

And he will lead you through December

With his hands tied behind his back

He will leave his comfort in your hands

To keep his comfort and conscious from ever coming back

Never

So still

A plague on both your houses

A scale to keep still

This plague will «Burn Your Bones»

And this cold, cold city is his home

And there he stands, supreme