A first son born too soon
In the cusp of the old
moon
Warm me up, I’m cold
Box me up, I’m sold
A childhood spent in
leisure
In search of every treasure
Warm me up, I’m cold
Box me up, I’m sold
A search that came up
fruitless
In truths that turned out
rootless
Warm me up, I’m cold
Box me up, I’m sold
A truth too hard to
swallow
In words that rung-out
hollow
Warm me up, I’m cold
Box me up, I’m sold
A word that would reveal
In love that’s all-too
real
Warm me up, I’m cold
Box me up, I’m sold
A love from the inside
In hearts too full to hide
Warm me up, I’m cold
Box me up, I’m sold
A heart that won’t believe
In chances that deceive
Warm me up, I’m cold
Box me up, I’m sold
A chance to await
cremation
In a box of the
congregation
Warm me up, I’m cold
Box me up, I’m sold
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