Lyrics:
Cold-blooded old timesThe type of memoriesthat turns your bones to glassTurns your bones to glassMother came rushing inshe said we didn't see a thingWe said we didn't see a thingAnd father left at eightNearly splintering the gateCold-blooded old timesThe type of memoryThat turns your bones to glassTurns your bones to glassAnd though you whereJust a little swirlYou understood every wordAnd in this way they gave you clarityA cold-blooded clarityCold-blooded old timesNow how can I standand laugh with the manWho redefined your bodyThose cold-blooded old times...