Texty: Destroy The Runner. It's Always Cold In Paris.

Death to my will
Oh, can I fill this hole in my heart?
What will ever fill?
I've fallen way too far
I wanted only you
Tell me what we are when I'm hurting you and your hurting me
Andy why are we in love?
Nothing is ever new and we both can see that
Death to your will
Oh, can I fill this hole in your heart?
Swallow me as a pill and stand with me in the dark
Oh, I wanted only you
Winter has lasted to long
Oh, it's always cold here
We can't see right or wrong
Oh, it always snows dear
Winter has lasted to long
Oh, it's always cold here
We can't see right or wrong
Oh, it's always cold my dear
With crumbing, ripping, and failing, you'd think that we'd get the point
God and the devil are saying,
"The well has rejected your coins"

(Thanks to Alex for these lyrics)