I said lo, lo and beholdI just wanna knowWhy I'm so coldAnd I hope I learnBefore I get oldHow I can burnWhen I feel so coldI've been inside for daysWatching curtains as they swayRanges falling like a blade on me and Mr. CallawayI got one direction homePolice tape blocking off half the roadDead fragments of some kid's phoneAnd a white bouquet on a traffic coneAnd there's the man with four cans of super teaHaving heated conversations with ghosts I can't even seeAnd hopefullyTomorrow will swallow todayTomorrow will swallow todayI said lo, lo and beholdI just wanna knowWhy I'm so coldAnd I hope I learnBefore I get oldHow I can burnWhen I feel so coldCome and go the hollow waysPassing the cue for the pharmacyAnother little bottle of side effectsAnother blue pill for your coldAnd a bottle for your tired ***And this rain it keeps on fallingHollywood stars on a blacktop fallingI swallow, choke and then take it all inFallingAnd there's the man behind the counter in the shopThat all the kids take the piss out ofAnd I wish that they would stopBut they will notAnd tomorrow will laugh at todayI said lo, lo and beholdI just wanna knowWhy I'm so coldAnd I hope I learnBefore I get oldHow I can burnWhen I feel so coldCold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldCold, cold, coldCold, cold, cold, cold