The Old Man Of Crete - Iron Chic

Can you hear me?

I’m crying out in my sleep

Talk comes cheap

But it still ain’t free, now

'Cause words have weight

And I carry mine

When you said my name

That’s the one that broke my spine

Let’s go, Lord knows

That Hell is cold this time of year

So grab your coat

And meet me here

Can you feel me?

Like I feel the days turn to weeks

And these scars run deep

Oh, it’s a part of me now

And I had faith

But it was undefined

And when it went away

That’s when I changed my mind

Let’s go, Lord knows

That Hell is cold this time of year

So grab your coat

And meet me here

Someone said that God was dead

So, heaven knows, the coast is clear

We faced our ghosts

This is a different kind of fear

One day we’ll fall

Trade our concert halls

For hospitals

Yeah, life is pain

So I say

Let’s go, Lord knows

That Hell is cold this time of year

So grab your coat

And meet me here

Someone said that God was dead

So, heaven knows, the coast is clear

We faced our ghosts

This is a different kind of fear