OLD COLD

It won't change a thing
It won't fix the people
It won't hold the train while you're
Running to catch up

It won't stop the flames
It won't board the windows
It won't tell the rain
Whether or not to come

When the night gets cold
And the day feels old
I'd rather be in bed

It might be a while
Before it feels helpful
Sometimes just thinking of the Sun
Can wake you up

It might ease the pain (sort of, a little)
It might be okay
To call it when you've had enough

When the night gets cold
Or the day feels old
I'd rather be in bed
Watching the Moon moves through the trees
And the wind rattling the leaves
The blanket draped over our legs
Oh, I'd rather be in bed with you

It won't change a thing
To just close your eyelids
Roll over and forget
What you've been thinking of