Too Cold Here Lyrics - Manic Street Preachers

Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly 

You soon wish you couldn't see at all 

Tortured in the mind, six voices alone 

Futile gestures, emotionless groans 

Everyone asks what's wrong, but what's right? 

And a cute lie makes everything uptight 

To kill your dream before it's considered 

To live in silence, airless closet, no vision 

It's easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call 

Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all 

Too cold here 

Turn yourself bleeding inside 

Always look for walls to lean beside 

Too cold here 

Turn yourself bleed it's eyes 

Always look for shade to cover your eyes 

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Self pity yourself is so shallow 

I am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone 

Whisky my coral, my piece of mind 

Hello Mr. Samsung you can't clean my soul 

Wake up sighing, mass for the bleeding 

Never share sadness mine no man prays painless 

Coalescing mine are hidden rooms, 

Cannot give anything and never could 

Prison it's only four walls but sometimes 

The mind is the smallest prison of all, 

Offering there upon offering 

As a ball with a touch feels 

Through its fall, through its fall. 

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Too cold here 

Turn yourself bleeding inside 

Always look for walls 

To lean beside 

Too cold here 

Turn yourself bleed it's eyes 

Always look for shade 

To cover your eyes