It's Not Too Late - High Sunn, Cold Hart

This night without you feels like hell

You’re living through my fingertips

I’m sorry for crying through this whole trip

It’s the thing I hate, every three days

Poppin' off this Caltrain even if I wanna stay

Is it harder to see, that you were next to me (next to me)

I think my liver is blasting

How is this happening to me?

Don’t go, I need someone to hold

Like the snow, falling on me slow (so slow)

Don’t go (don't go), there’s no one I know like you

That helps me make it through (through)