Woorden: Nitin Sawhney. Prophesy. Cold & Intimate.

You see me walk
You see me fall
You touch the tears upon my face
I taste your words
I smell you fear
I feel your bitter sweet embrace
Nothing mentioned, nothing gained
You're here and then your gone
Your complications keep me sane
We're cold and intimate


I watch the news
I hear your words
I smell the lies beneath your smile
You hesitate, you deviate
From pictures filled with silence
Nothing mentioned, nothing gained
We're here and then we're gone
A simple world appears insane
But we're cold and intimate


We search within
We search without
We touch the corners of our minds
We play our lives
Deceive our friends
We taste the fruit of our own lies

Pointless ventures
Endless games
We were never here at all
Nothing in this world could change
Are we cold and intimate