Sanoja: Brandtson. Other. Dead Animal.

All you wanted was to be wanted,
maybe even loved in some kind of dream.
It's over and you smell him on your clothes.
Touch the wall to see if you're alive.
You're asking yourself why.

Frozen over and even colder and no one knows why, but they don't understand.
(With you, I'm not afraid, maybe I don't know,
they don't understand when I been hurt before)
You're barely breathing.
Your heart stops beating.
I can see it in your eyes.

All you know is how you're treated,
and this thing called love is just a child's dream.
It's colder still when morning finally comes,
and you're driving home all alone.

Frozen over and even colder and no one knows why, they don't understand
(With you I'm not afraid, maybe I don't know,
they don't understand, when I been hurt before)
Frozen over and even colder and no one knows why, they don't understand
you don't understand

And you're that girl with pin-straight hair
and curling iron burns just below her ear.
Let's meet up at the dirty lake,
And we'll talk the black skies blue.
We'll spit and cuss as they rain on us
and watch the trees start screaming.