Crocodile - This Town Needs Guns

Too cold, like ice to touch

You hold on far too much

God knows why we’re in love

When you throw your temper out of doors

That I cannot follow through

And yet…

You grow ever, near

I promise I will not see out this night

Without comforting and holding you

Your eyes alight, they’ve never shined so bright

For just one second I’m lost in you