Well you can call me when you wake up

Your tears smeared from your makeup

And we are here in the wake of

A fire burning down our love

And I feel a filth now

I feel it deep within my bones

And I walk these city streets

Drunk and stumbling all alone

And I want so bad

To be next to you

But there's only so much two hearts can suffer through

And I think apart

May do us better

I'm glad it happened at all

Rather than never.

But you're so cold-blooded

Oh, my soul's flooded

The water that's cold as ice

You be my muse and I'll be your vice.

Wouldn't it be something

If we could find the way

Somewhere in some place and time

We could both be ok

I pray you're somewhere pretty

And that you're staying true

To that spitfire fireball drinking girl that I knew.

But you're so cold-blooded

Oh, my soul's flooded

The water that's cold as ice

You be my muse and I'll be your vice.

I pray your somewhere pretty

And that's staying true

To that spitfire fireball drinking girl that I knew.

You're so cold-blooded

Oh, my souls flooded

The water that's cold as ice

You be my muse and I'll be your vice.