Cold Horizon from Changeling by terrapin

Got a little box i call my own
Month to month i feed the wolf
To keep it off my back
its a cold horizon
Wanna leave a note for when I go
Make sure you know i love you dearly
And when you visit i see it all so clearly
That warmth is old, the news a cold horizon

And if you're in, well I'd stop by
For a cuppa tea but it’s a cold horizon
When there’s nothing left to talk about
And there’s only so much time
The rain can live in clouds
And I see it now, yeah it’s a cold horizon
It’s a cold horizon.

Pouring down once again
They find me sitting at the edge of my bed
Pondering everything

But if you visit me when I’m old
Grey hairs on my head
I might not know your name
But I'll remember the touch of your hand
Holding mine squeeze it tight
Keep me smiling keep me fighting
Even when its a cold horizon

As I watch you lie, you’re barely there,
The room is bright, but the mood is like the air,
Stale and slightly strange, it’s a cold horizon.
And we fix our eyes, upon the screen,
It’s easier to watch along than try to bleed,
A little talk out of your mind, it’s a cold horizon.
And when we leave, you start to stir,
Do you recognise me or is it just a yearning for some attention?
Your vision is blurred, anyway. It’s a cold horizon.
It's a cold horizon.

Pouring down, once again.
We find you sitting at the edge of your bed.
Do you remember anything?

But if you visit me when I’m old
Grey hairs on my head
I might not know your name
But I'll remember the touch of your hand
Holding mine squeeze it tight
Keep me smiling keep me fighting
Even when its a cold horizon

If you visit me when I’m old
Grey hairs on my head
I might not know your name
But I'll remember the touch of your hand
Holding mine squeeze it tight
Keep me smiling keep me fighting
Even when its a cold horizon
It's a cold horizon

And later when, I’m lying here,
I’m barely there, confronted by my fears,
That all is heading towards a cold horizon.
And it’s easiest to just watch along,
When I feel something, bleed it out in songs,
They ask me where they’re coming from,
From the cold horizon.

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