Testo Cold Intimate

You see me walk You see me fall You touch the tears upon my face I taste your world I smell you fear I feel your bitter sweet embrace Nothing mentioned nothing gained Your here and then your gone Yet complications keep me sane We cold and intimate I watch the news I hear your words I smell the lies beneath your smile You hesitate you deviate >from pictures filled with silence Nothing mentioned nothing gained Your here and then your gone A simple world appears insane We cold and intimate A search within We search without We touch the corners of our minds We play our lives Deceive our friends We taste the fruit of our own lies Pointless ventures Endless games We wonder here at all Nothing in this world can change Only cold and intimate