Cold Hands

This is how we live in frosty weather
When the darkness pushes us together
With a gail on our tail
Hands and faces pale
This is how we live in frosty weather

And this is how we string three words together
Without compromising our hearts or our pride
With a look of mistrust instead of love
This is how we string three word together

And this is how the fox lies by the road
With dirt flung against his read coat
First the head lamps stare
Then the daylight glares
This is how the fox lies by the road

I am not afraid of what they say
I am not ashamed of the love that I gave
I am not afraid of what they say
I am not ashamed of the love that I gave
Of the love that I gave I am not ashamed
Of the love that I gave I am not ashamed
Of the love that I gave, of the love that I gave