100 Years - Typhoon

I call my name in the summer

Two-thousand and two

To the trunk of a great tree I lay down under

And soon I fell asleep

For a hundred years

Next thing I knew

I awoke in the future

Entire cities of old folks homes

In every household a hospital bed for everyone

They laid me down and they stripped my clothes

They gave me a shirt that says

«I survived my own life.»

It was cold

It was cold

It was cold

It was cold

It was cold

It was cold

They found our limbs caused us too much pain

Oh, so they cut off my arms

And they cut off my legs

Now I’m wanderin' around and I feel out of place

I would like to go back to

I told you

I told you

I have nothing left with which to hold you

I lean up against you

We need heat where we’re gonna go

I have been there

I should know that

It was cold

It was cold

It was cold

It was cold

It was cold

It was cold

We were old

We were old

We were shedding our skins

Like some cold blooded animals

All looking for love in the mirror but you know

That you’re on your own

You keep yourself

You live alone

It was cold

It was cold

It was cold