A Cold Dead Wind - Kyle Preston

Keep holding on When my brain's ticking like a bomb Guess the black thoughts Have come again to get me Sweet bitter words Unlike nothing I've heard Sing along, mockingbird You don't affect me That's right Deliverance of my heart Please strike Be deliberate Wait, I'm coming undone Irate, I'm coming undone Too late, I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Wait, I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Choke, choke again I thought my demons were my friends Pity me in the end They're out to get me Since I was young I tasted sorrow on my tongue And the sweet sugar gun Does not protect me That's right Trigger between my eyes Please strike Make it quick now Wait, I'm coming undone Irate, I'm coming undone Too late, I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Wait, I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate I'm trying to hold it together Head is lighter than a feather Looks like I'm not getting better Not getting better Wait, I'm coming undone Irate, I'm coming undone Too late, I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate Wait, I'm starting to suffocate And soon I anticipate I'm coming undone What looks so strong, so delicate

Cold blows the wind over my true love, cold blows the drops of rain I never had but one true love and in Camville, he was slain I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day But when twelve months were come and gone, this young man, he arose What makes you weep down by my grave, I can't take my repose One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips, one kiss is all I crave One kiss, one kiss of your lily-white lips and return back to your grave My lips, they are as cold as my clay, my breath is heavy and strong If thou was to kiss my lily-white lips, thy days would not be long Oh, don't you remember the garden grove where we used to walk? Pluck the finest flower of them all, 'twill wither to a stalk Go fetch me a nun from the dungeon deep and water from a stone And white milk from a maiden's breast, that babe 'ere never known Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep as quickly as you may I'll lie down in it and take one sleep for twelve month and one day Cold blows the wind over my true love, cold blows the drops of rain I never had but one true love and in Camville, he was slain I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day