Cold Night David O’Dowda

We won't last another minute
All because we've seen it
This is what we've finished
Take this disconnected preacher
Narcissistic teacher

It's a dying fever
It's a cold, cold night in the dark walls
Like the streetlights breath
We keep warm

I can save my confessions
Till the pain has gone

We can listen to our heartbeats
Hiding on the backstreets
Fortified with concrete
It's no secret that we're finished
Only 'cause we've seen it
This is just a minute

It's a cold, cold night in the dark walls
Like the streetlights breath
We keep warm

I can save my confessions
Till the pain has gone