Cold Blooded Old Times

Lyrics

Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times The type of memories That turn your bones to glass Turn your bones to glass Mother came rushing in She said we didn't see a thing We said we didn't see a thing And father left at eight Nearly splintering the gate Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times The type of memories That turn your bones Turn your bones to glass And though you were Just a little squirrel You understood every word And in this way They gave you clarity A cold-blooded clarity Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Though how can I stand And laugh with the man Who redefined your body? How can I stand And laugh with the man Who redefined your body? Those cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times Cold-blooded old times