[Intro — whispered] Your hands were always warm. So tell me… Why do I feel them cold? [Verse 1] Something brushed against my shoulder While I stood there all alone Then a chill ran down my body Like a touch I used to know I could swear I felt your fingers Move like shadows down my skin But the room was locked and empty And the night was closing in I should’ve stepped into the hallway I should’ve turned every light Instead I stood there breathing… Waiting for it twice [Pre-Chorus] Cold hands No face Still I know That kind of trace One touch One breath Why does missing you Feel like this? [Chorus] Cold hands On my skin Like you found a way To touch me again Cold hands In the dark Moving softly Where you left your mark I know nobody’s there I know what’s gone is gone But when your cold hands find me… I don’t want them gone [Verse 2] There’s a dent beside my pillow Where nobody slept last night There’s a breath against my collar Every time I kill the light Maybe loneliness gets clever Maybe memory learns touch Maybe wanting someone badly Can become a little much But there’s something in the silence That still moves when I don’t And every time I whisper your name… The room turns cold [Pre-Chorus] Cold hands No sound Still I feel Them moving round One pulse One ache Tell me how much Grief can fake [Chorus] Cold hands On my skin Like you found a way To touch me again Cold hands In the dark Moving softly Where you left your mark I know nobody’s there I know what’s gone is gone But when your cold hands find me… I don’t want them gone [Bridge — beat disappears] If this is a ghost… Stay. If this is memory… Stay. If this is only my mind trying to make your absence feel smaller… Stay. I don’t care what you are tonight. Just don’t let go. [Breakdown — breath + sub bass] Cold Slow Don’t leave Don’t go One touch One sign Your hands In mine [Final Chorus — bigger, emotional] Cold hands On my skin And for one more second You’re here again Cold hands In the dark Still remembering Exactly where I break apart I know nobody’s there I know morning proves me wrong But if your cold hands find me… Let the night go on Cold hands… Hold me Till the feeling’s gone [Outro — whisper] They’re gone. The room is warm again. I hate it.
