It was cold in your country

it was cold in your bed

you left the windows open

claustrophobic, you said

and I was the need and

you so satisfied

a standoff, stillborn, side by side

and I was excitement

and you were annoyed

too scared of this scared little boy

I was free in your district

I was strange as it all was

you were tied-up by life there

what you needed, what you loved

and we had our dream in my land far away

the place where you learned how to play

but dreams always end at the start of your days

the colors would fade into gray

and that's how we made no sense

to lose it all we took our chance

we picked ourselves up where we left off

my fate couldn't bend your will

your hope couldn't keep me stiill

your hands couldn't teach me to hold off

behind the North Sea you hid me, too cold to breathe

It was quiet by the river

as we cut into the fog

you gave up my hand to free you

when the sun broke, you were lost

and rivers just run where

the lowest point leads

all those tears that I

dropped on my knees

the fog really showed us

we never got close

your hand disappeared past your nose