Sanoja: Uncle Tupelo. Cold Shoulder.

doesn't matter what you've said
or what you've done
when you've lost your head
you're looking for a new one

your heaven looks just like my hellbeautiful as far as I can tell
your heaven looks just like my hell

just as I drown
then you say it's real
so I hold myself down
'cause I like the way it feels

your heaven looks just like my hellbeautiful as far as I can tell
your heaven looks just like my hell

how could I have ever needed
such a cold heart to count on
and how could I have ever wanted
such a cold shoulder to cry on