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

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

shells of silver … silver
shells of silver … silver
shells of silver … silver

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