Testo Cold

Cold
Written by A.J. Croce
© 2006 Croce Publishing (ASCAP)
Well it's cold, cold, cold...
Cold as a winter sea
I hope I'll never be
Cold as the night she left
And it's cold, cold, cold... Cold as a graveyard
I'm taking it hard
Cold as the night she left

Bridge

Here I am
Wishing there was more
Cause where I stand
Is where she stood before

So it's cold, cold, cold...
Cold as the morning frost
Without her I am lost
Cold as the night she left