Bill Callahan - Cold-Blooded Old Times lyrics
[Bill Callahan - Cold-Blooded Old Times lyrics]
Cold-blooded old times the type of memories
That turns your bones to glass
Turns 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 the type of memory
That turns your bones to glass
Turns your bones to glass
And though you where just a little swirl
You understood every word
And in this way they gave you clarity
A cold-blooded clarity
Cold-blooded old times
Now how can I stand and laugh with the man
Who redefined your body
Those cold-blooded old times
That turns your bones to glass
Turns 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 the type of memory
That turns your bones to glass
Turns your bones to glass
And though you where just a little swirl
You understood every word
And in this way they gave you clarity
A cold-blooded clarity
Cold-blooded old times
Now how can I stand and laugh with the man
Who redefined your body
Those cold-blooded old times
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