Colder Months

I put on my usual

Pack a picture from my cubicle

All I can think about is you

I'm still bleedin'

I'm still bleedin'

Took the L to Union Square

Watched the pretty girls comb their hair

They turn away as I turn and stare

I'm still bleedin'

I'm still bleedin'

These thoughts of pain

Don't make a sound

They keep us hidden

In the lost and found

We keep with us, these fallen faces

Took a call from an old, old friend

Out of money, in jail again

I posted bail and took him in

I'm still bleedin'

We're both bleedin'

These thoughts of pain

Don't make a sound

They keep us hidden

In the lost and found

We keep with us, these fallen faces

We keep with us, these fallen faces

These thoughts of pain

They'll make a sound

To keep us hidden

In the lost and found

We keep with us, these fallen faces

Don't make a sound

They keep us hidden in the lost and found

We keep with us

We keep with us, these fallen faces