[00:13.02]One final trip on to the coast
[00:16.29]To see the sea, and its host
[00:19.44]I had to stop my lips from making
[00:22.92]The most of foreign sounds
[00:25.98]With one road in and one road out
[00:29.16]I never thought to pray for drought
[00:32.31]But even if I did
[00:34.74]I?d be talking to bones in the ground
[00:38.70]Because you?re just a myth
[00:51.72]And the chance you?ve killed the choir
[00:55.29]And the boy set him self on fire
[00:58.02]Come on youth, don?t give in
[01:01.38]Like the very last bowling pin
[01:04.65]Do you love to regret,
[01:08.10]Or forgive and forget?
[01:11.22]If you?re going to forget it all
[01:14.07]Cold is comfort
[01:17.37]Comfort is cold
[01:24.15]This is cold
[01:30.57]Fade back into the wallpaper
[01:34.05]And think about
[01:35.55]What you?ve done to her
[01:37.23]Don?t cry yourself to sleep now
[01:40.23]It?s a reaction at least
[01:42.81]These satellites don?t care for subtle moves
[01:46.98]As we push through knee-high waste seafood
[01:50.58]Picking up silver and gold
[01:53.43]From some flooded trophy room
[01:57.03]And you?re just a myth
[02:09.63]And the chance you?ve killed the choir
[02:13.08]And the boy set him self on fire
[02:15.99]Come on youth, don?t give in
[02:19.29]Like the very last bowling pin
[02:22.50]Do you love to regret,
[02:25.89]Or forgive and forget?
[02:29.01]If you?re going to forget it all
[02:31.92]Cold is comfort
[02:35.13]Comfort is cold
[02:42.00]Yes it?s cold
[02:44.37]Oh it?s cold
[02:54.93]Yes it?s cold

One final trip on to the coast
To see the sea, and its host
I had to stop my lips from making
The most of foreign sounds
With one road in and one road out
I never thought to pray for drought
But even if I did
I?d be talking to bones in the ground
Because you?re just a myth
And the chance you?ve killed the choir
And the boy set him self on fire
Come on youth, don?t give in
Like the very last bowling pin
Do you love to regret,
Or forgive and forget?
If you?re going to forget it all
Cold is comfort
Comfort is cold
This is cold
Fade back into the wallpaper
And think about
What you?ve done to her
Don?t cry yourself to sleep now
It?s a reaction at least
These satellites don?t care for subtle moves
As we push through knee-high waste seafood
Picking up silver and gold
From some flooded trophy room
And you?re just a myth
And the chance you?ve killed the choir
And the boy set him self on fire
Come on youth, don?t give in
Like the very last bowling pin
Do you love to regret,
Or forgive and forget?
If you?re going to forget it all
Cold is comfort
Comfort is cold
Yes it?s cold
Oh it?s cold
Yes it?s cold