Cold - The Oh Hellos

When the feeling leaves you

It moves so slow

Like the loose change from your front pocket

You don’t even feel it go

When the bitter creeps in

To bite you whole

A spectre unreflected, oh

It keeps you cold

When you keep your linens

Like virgin snow

Like a blanket of white

Unbroken by the soil below

The sound don’t carry

Won’t rise or fall

It damps the racket, chokes it back

A stranglehold

Ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh, ah-ooh

You paved your Hades

With precious stone

Made an hirloom to patricians and the rich alone

And the toll for crossing

I’d ow Charon

Would atrophy a half of me

The heart of gold, ah-ooh

Well, I’m not quite ready

To turn to bone

To petrify the shred of life

I’m holding onto

There’s no peace to upset

That spirit’s flown

This ossified philosophising’s getting old