Текст песни: The Cooling + перевод

The first thing to go

It might surprise you to know

It’s not the blood from the muscle

Or the strength from the bone

Between you and me

It’s the simplest thing

It’s the warmth of the body

When the soul is at home

It’s the heat

And you struggle to keep it inside

But it seems

It’s stealing away in the night

When you first realized

That your body had died

You went to the tunnel

To wait there alone

And you stood there for days

But the light never came

So you took your poor body

And you walked it back home

Now you’re popping some pills

Oh to fight back the chill

And you’re picking some flowers

To help with the stench

But no manner of blush

Will be quite enough

To cover the pallor

That spreads 'cross your skin

And they said

That hell would be fire and smoke

But in the end

It’s this cooling that scares you the most

There’s a pretty young thing

With a pretty gold ring

And she talks to you every night

'cause she don’t know you’re dead

And you can’t figure how

When you’re walking through town

No one’s noticed the knife

Sticking out of your head

Now you’re living in fear

That sometime this year

They will finally notice

That you’re heart doesn’t beat

And they’ll dig you a grave

And they’ll put you away

But you still won’t be ready

You’ll grow back like a weed

Like a weed

And you wonder what you’re waiting for

'cause it seems

There’s no honor in death anymore

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