Cold Blooded - Foxing

I know I’m a black sheep

Walking the field like a Golden Fleece

I wish that I could get out of my head but I’m back in it again

It feels the same at least

I used to cry to «Only Time»

I forget the last time I tried

I wish that A Day Without Rain would make me feel the same today

But I’m desensitized

And now nothing makes me cry

I must be cold blooded

And now nothing makes me cry

I must be cold blooded

I know what’s on your sleeve

And when it weeps it’s a holy thing

When you remember Mahlon Layne turned nine and no one

Showed up to surpris him

You are crumbling

So why does nothing make m cry?

I must be cold blooded

Nothing makes me cry

I must be cold blooded

Nothing makes me cry

I must be cold blooded

I must be cold blooded

I must be cold blooded

Nothing makes me cry

I must be cold blooded

Nothing makes me cry

I must be cold blooded