Sanoja: Alive In Wild Paint. Cold Spell.

My dreams are breaking fevers
lying on a death bed
Crying at the mirror
in moments of reflection

Nothing lasts forever
it?s foolish to expect it
Surely as it?s leaving
sometimes all we?re left is

A cold spell
casting over everything we?ve felt
When there?s no one left to tell
I keep it to myself
wanting anything else

Back home
I don?t have a backbone
Can anyone remind me
of who I was a year ago
Before sad love
sounded better than the lack of
Cause now I'm just alone

& it's a cold spell
casting over everything we?ve felt
When there?s no one left to tell
I keep it to myself
wanting anything else.

I don't want anything else...