when the cold of the day moves over 
and the warmth of the night moves in 
there's a howling that stabs beneath my skin 

so i try to stay warm and moving 
but the silence is just too strong 
like the bloom of aп»ї rose is sharp and long 

shells of silver 
shells of silver 
shells of silver 

This feels strange, as the closer we get to the grave 

everybody wants love, but it's not enough, 
to have a good heart, but it's not enough.