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

Id be talking to bones in the ground

Because youre just a myth And the chance youve killed the choir

And the boy set him self on fire

Come on youth, dont give in

Like the very last bowling pin Do you love to regret,

Or forgive and forget?

If youre going to forget it all

Cold is comfort

Comfort is cold

This is cold Fade back into the wallpaper

And think about

What youve done to her

Dont cry yourself to sleep now

Its a reaction at least These satellites dont care for subtle moves

As we push through knee-high waste seafood

Picking up silver and gold

From some flooded trophy room

And youre just a myth And the chance youve killed the choir

And the boy set him self on fire

Come on youth, dont give in

Like the very last bowling pin Do you love to regret,

Or forgive and forget?

If youre going to forget it all

Cold is comfort

Comfort is cold

Yes its cold

Oh its cold

Yes its cold