Run Cold - Extra life

Now that I’ve charmed you, I’m called upon to do my worst

To hustle these joys would ill fit how I dream you

Not like the rest not hum

Not like the rest we’re not fully human

Run cold, now I run cold

(I knew this night would come)

Scared to tear your hair of spun gold

What could heat me would be foul

What it would do to you, what it would do to you

I choose no control

I touch them with the rubber gloves of a repeating dream

They overstep their narrow role

And real flesh swells to threaten the body of fantasy

It must be frozen and cut

Run cold, now I run cold

(I knew this night would come)

Scared to tear your hair of spun gold

What could heat me would be foul

What it would do to you, what it would do to you

I choose no control