As cold as the night that we parted,
As cold as the words that you say.
Much colder than ice, and much harder,
I'm sorry that cold is my heart.
No statement can make me feel better,
No comforting phrase that you say.
Whatever you say I'll feel deader;
Or feel less alive anyway.
And hiding in too distant places,
I can't seem to find my way out.
Stared at by millions of faces,
But you, you never come out.
It's cold and I'm hungry and longing,
For another night in your heat.
A heart is no heart when it's broken,
But two pieces parted by greed.