Woorden: Punchline. Coldest Of Calendars.

I've heard stories through silence and we laugh at the end
and declare that today was the best day we've lived
but the end of the night draws a calm to the dark
where I dream you exist in the places you aren't

I'm cold inside
and these pictures can't even explain what's missing in my life.
The coldest of calendars I couldn't have it any better
Half the time I am alive just to see your smile

I'm cold inside
I'm cold inside

someday you will understand

There's a letter here waiting to go in the mail
In my head its all there but I'm not quite prepared to fade away
Don't fade away
Somehow I'll try to do this right

I'm cold inside
and these pictures can't even explain what's missing in my life.

The coldest of calendars I couldn't have it any better
Half the time I am alive just to see your smile

Sometimes I feel cold inside and It feels like I am sleeping outside.
Indoors there's a light I can see in your eyes

I've seen nights without sleep
Days without daylight
These memories I keep wont keep me warm at night
The coldest part is the heart that we share its breaking apart and you're not even here
I say things will get better
So freezing I'll blanket my discontent till I sleep again

I'm cold inside

I'm saving a story that won't begin til you're there