Cold Blooded

You can call me when you wake up
Your tears smeared from your makeup
And we're here in the wake of
A fire burning down our love
And I feel a filth now
I feel it deep within my bones
And I walk these city streets
Drunk and stumbling all alone

And I want so bad to be next to you
But there's only so much two hearts can suffer through
And I think apart may do us better
I'm glad it happened at all rather than never

But you're so cold-blooded
Oh, my soul's flooded
With water that's cold as ice
You be my muse and I'll be your vice

And wouldn't it be something if we could find the way?
Somewhere in some place and time, we could both be okay
I pray you're somewhere pretty, and that you're staying true
To that spitfire, fireball-drinking girl that I knew

But you're so cold-blooded
Oh, my soul's flooded
With water that's cold as ice
You be my muse and I'll be your vice

I pray you're somewhere pretty, and that you're staying true
To that spitfire, fireball-drinking girl that I knew

You're so cold-blooded
Oh, my soul's flooded
With water that's cold as ice
You be my muse and I'll be your vice