The cold my love nis much cooler then the frost beneath my lungs na sudden touch will break the thought of us nclearing out our minds from all the lust nand all the time worth giving innnafter all of this ends (will you) ncount the blessings gave with my hand nput back the fire that burns underneath usnafter all of this ends (will you) nnsurprised to see you up on your feet killing men for money ncant trust the scent of caring humanity npouring out their hands with the help in need take na good look at nothing nnafter all of this ends (will you) ncount the blessings gave with my hand nput back the fire that burns underneath usnafter all of this ends (will you) nn18 months have passedndead flowers grow from my chestnthe roots, they steal the years... leaving decades bent and bruisednnafter all of this ends (will you) ncount the blessings gave with my hand nput back the fire that burns underneath usnafter all of this ends (will you)