The Mark - Cold Specks

Anything we should know about your change?

He left his mark upon my skin

Said I’ve lost my loose heart

To the cold, cold wind

Swallow me, hunted down

I didn’t know I’ve sent him out

Cross your heart

Remember me

A good father

I was in a bad sit

I left it all

I left it clean

I’m a collection of memories

Take my body home, take my body home

Cross your heart

Remember me

A good father

I was in a bad sit

Take my body home, take my own body home

Take my body home

Take my body home