The kids are getting older
No more prayers beside their bed
Your car’s not in the driveway
There’s clouds inside my head

The nights are getting colder
There’re no flowers in the air
Saw you smiling through the window
Your hands were on his chair

Cold water from the faucet
Cold ashes on the floor
Cold shadows cloud tomorrow
Cold stretches out the door

There are beggars in the corners
Stores are dimmed to pass the night
The flashing sign is broken
Two lovers quarrel and fight

There’s a river of our memories
Flowing sullen between the banks
I see no life left in its water
Its currents are cold and dank

Cold water from the faucet
Cold ashes on the floor
Cold shadows cloud tomorrow
Cold stretches out the door

The kids pound down the stair
Your bowl stays on the shelf
Their whispers hide the tear

Cold water from the faucet
Cold ashes on the floor
Cold shadows cloud tomorrow
Fierce coldness fires my core