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[00:59.520]I feel what can only be described
[01:09.390]As a chill through my every bone
[01:15.600]A gnawing at my sense of home
[01:19.560]An iridescent black and blue
[01:24.810]What you see isn't always what you have
[01:38.040]And to hold
[01:43.710]To have and to hold
[01:47.730]Dear is to never let go
[01:53.880]Yet I still feel
[01:57.990]Well
[01:59.130]Cold comfort to the empty hearted
[02:05.130]Bound and broken
[02:09.419]Cold comfort for what was left unspoken
[02:14.280]Will have me wishing you were here
[02:18.690]Keep home fires burning
[02:24.810]Spark a yearning for the confines of home
[02:33.870]Keep home fires burning
[02:38.520]Spark a yearning in you to find your way home
[02:47.310]Carried your brittle bones beyond these walls
[03:20.970]All colour bled from banner hung at half mast
[03:27.450]Future fire set in stone ghosts of second past
[03:34.260]Feed a licking harrowing flame
[03:38.070]But you would not be scared away
[03:53.940]Rising up from underneath
[03:57.390]Undercurrent of fiery grief
[04:01.230]I'm cold to the touch
[04:04.980]Ghostly cold is your touch
[04:24.750]What you see isn't always what you have
[04:42.600]And to hold
[04:48.990]To have and hold
[05:01.380]Dear is to never let go of home
[05:17.910]Rising up from underneath
[05:21.420]Undercurrent of fiery grief
[05:25.680]I'm cold to the touch
[05:28.230]Ghostly cold is your touch

文本歌词

I feel what can only be described
As a chill through my every bone
A gnawing at my sense of home
An iridescent black and blue
What you see isn't always what you have
And to hold
To have and to hold
Dear is to never let go
Yet I still feel
Well
Cold comfort to the empty hearted
Bound and broken
Cold comfort for what was left unspoken
Will have me wishing you were here
Keep home fires burning
Spark a yearning for the confines of home
Keep home fires burning
Spark a yearning in you to find your way home
Carried your brittle bones beyond these walls
All colour bled from banner hung at half mast
Future fire set in stone ghosts of second past
Feed a licking harrowing flame
But you would not be scared away
Rising up from underneath
Undercurrent of fiery grief
I'm cold to the touch
Ghostly cold is your touch
What you see isn't always what you have
And to hold
To have and hold
Dear is to never let go of home
Rising up from underneath
Undercurrent of fiery grief
I'm cold to the touch
Ghostly cold is your touch
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