The night creeps through my bones with a winter's chill
Sending shivers down my spine
Like cold hands across my skin

Five months have passed
And taken with them every sense of warmth
Until my blood ran cold
And life stood still

And still I hold my breath
Counting the nights
I've stood with my heart in hand

And still I hold my breath
Counting the nights
Waiting for silence to break
To break me down again

If only you could see
See it in my eyes
How much it means
Your touch, your smile
To a heart that's beat, has long since given out
And given in

The night opens wide
Swallowing every sense
Embracing me with emptiness
The night opens wide
Swallowing every sense
Embracing me with emptiness

The hours have become irritations
And I find myself reduced to life's imitation

The hours have become irritations
And I find myself reduced to life's imitation

How can we truly say that we are alive
When everything I see in me is screaming?
How can we truly say that we are alive
When everything I see in me is screaming otherwise?
Is screaming otherwise

'Cause five months have passed
And taken with them every sense of warmth
Until my blood ran cold
And life stood still
And life stood still
And life stood still

The hours have become irritations
And I find myself reduced to life's imitation
The hours have become irritations
And I find myself reduced to life's imitation