Cold - Sonata Arctica

Standing with my back against the wall

Standing with my back against the wall

It’s cold

Cold

Day, night, fades to dawn

Now the fire-breathing dragon

I have nursed by my side is turning cold

One night, blinding light

Felt the necklace with a golden heart get cold

Against the wall, against the wall, it’s cold

Why can’t this make me warm on winter’s nights?

Maybe your heart has stone cold gold inside

Dancing with my back against the wall

Dancing with my back against the wall

And again

Why can’t you make me warm on winter’s nights?

Maybe your heart has stone cold gold inside

Unless you feel the fire deep inside

A golden heart won’t keep you warm at night

But when the memory has a face no more

And the days are getting longer

When all the words unspoken die away

Believe the wisdom written on the walls

Maybe the road ahead is golden

The white thunderbird will drive away, fly away, fly away

Why can’t you make me warm on winter’s nights?

Maybe your heart has stone cold gold inside

Unless you feed the fire deep inside

A golden heart won’t keep you warm at night

Maybe your heart has stone cold gold inside