The Manhattan Syndrome

Cold Company
I made you out of tooth and nailFrom better parts that never failedThen I kissed then I filled you up with loveTo be the one by my sideAs I grew old, as I grew quietTo be the one that missed me when I diedSo meet me by the factoriesWhere I made you out of coal and steamI would change, I would change the recipe Through artistry and alchemyAnd bringing out the best in meYou would stay, you would stay by my sideWhere I could bind youWhere I could blind youWhere I would guide you homeSo meet me by the factoriesWhere I made you out of coal and steamI would change, I would change the recipe I have faded like the colors of summerYou fly high with the sun on your backSomewhere new sirens are singing on these shoresI lie and I die in the dinosaur tracksSongtexteCold love, it means nothing to meIt never has and it never couldIf there's a God looking down on meWith love to give, it's getting hard to tellI need live, I have love to giveHands that hold and lungs that liveCold love, it means nothing to meIt never has and it never will Aus Songtexte Mania