Aqualung - Cold

God and his priests and his kings
All were waiting
All were wait
As it goes over

And between heaven and hell
As they're dancing
As they dance
Over and over
Over

Cold
Cold

Crimson and bare as I stand
Yours completely
Yours
As we go over

Sing for the lion and lamb
Their harts are hunting
Still hunts hope
Ever and ever
Ever Cold
Cold

God and his priests and his kings
Turn their faces
Even they
Feel the
Cold

What you're given
Can't be forgotten
And never forsaken

What are you given
Can't be forgotten
And never forsaken

What you're given
Can't be forgot

Cold