Texty: Schism. Cold Silence.

When things go wrong
I look at the stars outside
When somethings done
You know you can't turn back time

We lose each other
Between the fire and the flame
With nothing left to show
Just the respect we gained

When we get closer
We get so far away
We sit in the same room
Staring out that same old window frame

It's called cold silence
Which makes the ice
It's the final stare
Which freezes both ends of our lives
And I'm sure this makes us learn
The cold cold silence
Ruining us to soon
It's called cold silence
Ruining us to soon

It's these moments in the air
That put temptation sharp as a knife
We reach into our hearts for words
That will give us the strength to fight

In the minds of each of us

We hold the cards that make us believe
Within each of us lies hope
In the cold there is a key

When we get closer
We get so far away
We sit in the same room
Staring out that same old window frame

It's called cold silence
Which makes the ice
It's the final stare
Which freezes both ends of our lives
And I'm sure this makes us learn
The cold cold silence
Ruining us to soon
It's called cold silence
Ruining us to soon
It's called cold silence
Ruining us to soon


Music by/ Richard Johnstone
(C)TrueNorth 2008
Lyrics by/ Michael J Peade
(C) PEADESONGS 2008
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