62 Moons - Cold Beat

I know the veil is thin

And I might find you there

You have 62 moons

And you pull them to you

It’s cold but I don’t mind

I’m accustomed to ice

The asphalt in between

Crumbling in my hands

Lit by a neon moon

A sorry substitute

It’s cold but I don’t mind

I’m accustomed to ice

Do you hold a candle

Even briefly in your mind?

What made it all worthwhile?

Do you still hold a candle for me?

Bound by chains to the past

Heavy as we fade to black

Fade to black

Fade to black

Fade to black

Fade to black