Black Sunday - Cold

I can’t breath at all

It hurts to think

that a sound could heal my wounds

feeling I’ve been betrayed

Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts

I can’t sleep at all

Now you’re gone away

I can’t fake this anymore

Guess I could blame it all

on God’s game

or explain what my life’s for

Caught in a winters rain

I can’t remember a word you said

Take away my fear please hold on to me

I’m falling

Falling

I will trade it all

for another day

just to feel you and your warmth

but even pictures fade

Black Sunday still burns you in my thoughts

I can’t see at all

did you fly away

Did the stars shine bright for you

Guess I could blame it all

on God’s game

it was fate that carried you

You always take away

Take away

Take away

and I’m falling

I’m falling

I’m falling

I’m falling

I’m falling