Cold Night - David O'Dowda

We won’t last another minute

All because we’ve seen it

This is what we’ve finished

Take this disconnected preacher

Narcissistic teacher

It’s a dying fever

It’s a cold, cold night in the dark walls

Like the streetlights breath

We keep warm

I can save my confessions

Till the pain has gone

We can listen to our heartbeats

Hiding on the backstreets

Fortified with concrete

It’s no secret that we’re finished

Only 'cause we’ve seen it

This is just a minute

It’s a cold, cold night in the dark walls

Like the streetlights breath

We keep warm

I can save my confessions

Till the pain has gone

It’s a cold, cold night in the dark walls

Like the streetlights breath

We keep warm

I can save my confessions

Till the pain has gone