Cold

Well no one told me about her
No one told me about this stir

This ruffle of lace full of elegance
This sore disregard for relevance

And I walk into the room, so bold
But all I can feel is the consuming cold

Cold eyes that see me with distaste
Cold hearts that struggle with the waste

Cold hands on their mouths all shut
Cold fingers not able to mend the cut

And it’s too late to say you’re sorry
Under this cold night so starry

But it’s too late to find her anywhere
For I swear you may look, she’s not there

And the world of us few has come down
She has shot out our eyes, broken crowns

We repress it in our minds of gold
So she leaves our memories cold

Leaving it too late to say we were sorry
Under the cold night so starry

Leaving it too late to ask who cried
Too late to say we didn’t, we all died

Too late to find her out there
So we sit, so cold, trapped in here.