[Intro] [Soft dizi, filtered pads, low Gregorian layers] (Cold... cold... cold...) [Verse 1 - rap, tight and low] Six a.m. rack, you were spotting my bar, Chalk on your hands, said we're just training hard. Protein and sweat, then the shake in my hands, Two gym buddies with a different plan. Locker room glances, we pretended not to see, Never said the word, never named what we'd be. Pride on my shoulders heavier than the weight, Said "I don't do feelings," and I said it straight. [Pre-Chorus - half-sung, delay on last line] Desire kept the lights on, Expectation kept the score, You waited for me to say it, I just walked out the door. [Chorus - baritone, pads pulsing] I've gone cold, cold, cold, Fingers burned, heart on ice, nothing left to hold. I've gone cold, cold, cold, No lesson learned, I'd do it all again, I'm told. [Verse 2 - rap] Bad breakup, no scene, just a text left on read, Now I'm replaying every word you never said. Strangers in the night, different faces, same song, Your cologne on a stranger, and I'm playing along. Male pride is a mirror I won't look inside, Regret's in the back seat, yeah, it's riding every ride. You kept my hoodie, I kept the blame, Both of us too proud to say the other's name. [Pre-Chorus] Desire kept the lights on, Expectation kept the score, Who's gonna leave, who's gonna stay? I've heard this all before. [Chorus] I've gone cold, cold, cold, Fingers burned, heart on ice, nothing left to hold. I've gone cold, cold, cold, Strangers in the night, now we're strangers in the day. [Breakdown - sparse, Gregorian layers, dizi] (Who will leave... who will stay...) (Cold... cold...) [Bridge - spoken-rap, almost whispered] Maybe the time has come, Pack the bag, kill the light, No goodbyes at the door, Just the highway and the night. Got nothing left to prove, Nothing left to lose, Time to get the hell out of Dodge. [Final Chorus - full energy, delays on "cold"] I've gone cold, cold, cold, Fingers burned, heart on ice, nothing left to hold. I've gone cold, cold, cold, Taillights in the mirror, and I'm not looking back. [Outro - fade, dizi and Gregorian layers] (Cold... cold... cold...) [Big Finish: Final crash cymbal, let ring] [End]
