Cold from Cold - Single by Joe Hicks

'Cold'

Broken skies on the horizon,
give me fever, tear me up.
There’s a calm before the thunder.
Never sure of, what’s to come.

So hold my soul ‘til the morning.
Love me to the bone.
Heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.

Every day the sun is rising,
is it too good to be true?
You’ve got me caught in a twist in my head.
Overthinking the things that you’ve said.
Make me dream that I drive you away all alone.
Everything I invent in my head,
sabotaging the time that we spent.
And now I need to know.

Just tell me that you’ll,
hold my soul ‘til the morning.
Love me to the bone.
Heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
Say you love me. Say you feel it.
Say you’re never turning cold.
Cos heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.

I’ve been spinning out of place,
but it’s an illusion I know.
Maybe it’s a test of faith,
to leave me feeling cold.

Hold my soul ‘til the morning.
Love me to the bone.
Heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.
Say you love me. Say you feel it.
Say you’re never turning cold.
Cos heaven knows it’s a feeling,
to treasure so paint it gold.

• Alternative
• Blues
• Pop
• Soul
• blues
• folk pop
• indie
• indie pop
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• Newbury