so cold I want to live like a candle in the wind Cry for me, please cry for me There's a monumental emptiness inside of me Yeah, I'm so cold, my heart's so cold
(in parentheses are lines where the live version on the Boxhead Ensemble disc differs) sweet ill health has hidden from me, events about which one has
point? So I get to the record shop, steal an eye in I'm in the neighborhood, and feel like buyin Sometin new, like a compact disc Especially if the music