Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Water, artist - Protest The Hero. Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Song language: English
Cold Water |
| Twisting through contorted limb |
| Sober now from distant whim |
| Batten down the hatches |
| The storm approaches, the thunder crashes |
| It cannot wait |
| It must be now |
| A shot’s been fired across the bow |
| What presence here has been proclaimed? |
| What once was unspoken is finally named |
| So this is sinking, or so it seems |
| Diving fathoms in lucid dreams |
| With lungs now aching, begging for air |
| And only cold water answers |
| With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair |
| Ripped from the womb and left to the ocean’s care |
| Cold (Cold water!) |
| Cold (Cold water!) |
| So sink, let go, slip into the depths |
| Let the pieces of a wasted life slip past the fingertips |
| Rejoice, exult, a fitting conclusion to a melancholy myth |
| A grave at sea, an absentee, whose presence won’t be missed |
| (So this is sinking, or so it seems |
| Diving fathoms in lucid dreams |
| With lungs now aching, begging for air |
| And only cold water answers) |
| Twisting through contorted limb |
| Sober now from distant whim |
| Batten down the hatches |
| The storm approaches, the thunder crashes |
| It cannot wait |
| It must be now |
| A shot’s been fired across the bow |
| (Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed |
| Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead |
| Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro |
| Assured by the light that there’s one way to go) |
| So this is sinking, or so it seems |
| Diving fathoms in lucid dreams |
| With lungs now aching, begging for air |
| And only cold water answers |
| With a cinder block anchor, hope turns to despair |
| Ripped from the womb and left to the ocean’s care |
| Cold |
| (Cold water) |
| Cold |
| (Cold) |
| (Picking at the bones that came to rest on the ocean bed |
| Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead |
| Summon the ire left hanging in moments that swings by the neck to and fro |
| Assured by the light that there’s one way to go) |
| Picking at the fucking bones that came to rest on the ocean bed |
| Whose subtle pose tells a tale of those that sink like lead |
| (Sink like lead) |
| Death is callous, strange, and sudden |
| A pious, indignant glutton |
| Whose hands are soft, warm, and inviting |