How did you find me here?
I covered every track
I kept no souvenoir
I left an open back
To slip a thorn under
I let my left hand down
To leave you undetered
I keep my right hand out
To slip the thorn under
I kept my right hand . . . How did you find me here (Oh)
So cold
So cold
So cold
To find another
So cold
So cold
You find a path to me
From an unwelcomed place
You kept a copy key
Between the skin and lace
To find another
To take me down again
To fix another rule
To try it hard and true
To let it go this long
To point it back to you
So cold
So cold
So cold