Out In The Cold

Arturo Gonzalez



Theres an old and weary song
Every time she knocks my door,
Walks the streets with no hurt;
Cause at this time its all overcome.

Shes got honey on her tongue,
Likes to be out in the cold.
Once she wanted to be gold;
But at this point, its all overcome.

-CHORUS-
And how did we come
And how did we come to take part of this?
We dont know what were waiting for.
Were out in the cold.

Keep the sense, lose your brains;
And break some hearts in your way.
Cross the seas blue and gray;
Take me back as your trusted friend.

-CHORUS-

Touch me; but not with your hands,
Let me feel you, and,
Kiss me; but not with your mouth,
Let me love you,
Oh! How I miss you sometimes;
But youre gone!