| I feel what can only be described |
| As a chill through my every bone |
| A gnawing at my sense of home |
| An iridescent black and blue |
| What you see isn’t always what you have |
| And to hold (to have and to hold) |
| Dear is to never let go Yet I still feel. well… |
| Cold comfort to the empty hearted |
| Bound and broken |
| Cold comfort for what was left unspoken |
| Will have me wishing you were here |
| Keep home fires burning |
| Spark a yearning for the confines of home |
| Keep home fires burning |
| Spark a yearning in you to find your way home |
| Carried your brittle bones beyond these walls |
| All colour bled from banner, hung at half-mast |
| Future fire set in stone, ghosts of second past |
| Feed a licking, harrowing flame |
| But you would not be scared away |
| Rising up from underneath |
| Undercurrent of fiery grief |
| I’m cold to the touch |
| Ghostly cold is your touch |
| What you see isn’t always what you have |
| And to hold (to have and hold) |
| Dear is to never let go of home |
| Rising up from underneath |
| Undercurrent of fiery grief |
| I’m cold to the touch |
| Ghostly cold is your touch |