It Gets Colder, It Gets Older, It Gets Colder, its so Cold. Can not deny it, can not deny it, can not deny it, It Gets Cold.
Oh what kind of world is this. Where you never meet the ones you miss. Oh God what kind of place exists, where people die cause they insist.
It gets Colder, its so Cold, It Gets older, Its so old.
Oh God what kind of Good is this, To be denied by your last kiss. Oh Jeez, what kind of man can resist, to be inline with the wrists.
It gets Colder, it gets older, it gets colder, it gets old. Can not deny it, can not deny it, can not deny it, its so old.
Oh lord what kind of plan is this, the one that here and now does exist, What kind of land can insist, To give a man his fits.
