The night creeps through my bones with a winter’s chill 
Sending shivers down my spine, like cold hands across my skin 
Five months have past and taken with them every sense of warmth 
Until my blood ran cold and life stood still 
And still I hold my breath, counting the nights I’ve stood with my heart in hand 
And still I hold my breath, counting the nights 
Waiting for silence to break me down again 
If only you could see it in my eyes, how much it means 
Your touch, your smile, to a heart that’s beat has long since given out and given in 
The night opens wide, swallowing every sense 
Embracing me with emptiness 
The hours have [bad word] irritations and I find myself reduced to life’s imitation 
How can we [bad word] say we are alive when everything I see in me is screaming otherwise? 
It’s screaming otherwise 
‘Cause five months have past and taken with them every sense of warmth 
Until my blood ran cold and life stood still 
The hours have [bad word] irritations and I find myself reduced to life’s imitation