Cold-Blooded Old Times

Cold-blooded old times
 Cold-blooded old times
 Cold-blooded old times
 The type of memories
 That turn your bones to glass
 Turn your bones to glass
 Mother came rushing in
 She said we didn't see a thing
 We said we didn't see a thing
 And father left at eight
 Nearly splintering the gate
 Cold-blooded old times
 Cold-blooded old times
 Cold-blooded old times
 Cold-blooded old times
 The type of memories
 That turn your bones
 Turn your bones to glass
 And though you were
 Just a little squirrel
 You understood every word
 And in this way
 They gave you clarity
 A cold-blooded clarity
 Cold-blooded old times
 Cold-blooded old times
 The type of memories
 That turn your bones
 Turn your bones to glass
 Though how can I stand
 And laugh with the man
 Who redefined your body?
 How can I stand
 And laugh with the little man
 Who can flows over you and your little body?
 Those cold-blooded old times
 Cold-blooded old times
 Cold-blooded old times