Lyrics The Old Man Of Crete - Iron Chic

The Old Man Of Crete

Can you hear me?
I’m crying out in my sleep
Talk comes cheap
But it still ain’t free, now
'Cause words have weight
And I carry mine
When you said my name
That’s the one that broke my spine
Let’s go, Lord knows
That Hell is cold this time of year
So grab your coat
And meet me here
Can you feel me?
Like I feel the days turn to weeks
And these scars run deep
Oh, it’s a part of me now
And I had faith
But it was undefined
And when it went away
That’s when I changed my mind
Let’s go, Lord knows
That Hell is cold this time of year
So grab your coat
And meet me here
Someone said that God was dead
So, heaven knows, the coast is clear
We faced our ghosts
This is a different kind of fear
One day we’ll fall
Trade our concert halls
For hospitals
Yeah, life is pain
So I say
Let’s go, Lord knows
That Hell is cold this time of year
So grab your coat
And meet me here
Someone said that God was dead
So, heaven knows, the coast is clear
We faced our ghosts
This is a different kind of fear