This Town Needs Guns - Crocodile lyrics

Too cold, like ice to touch. You hold on far too much. God knows why we're in love. When you throw your temper out of doors that I cannot follow through and yet…you grow ever near. I promise I will not see out this night without comforting and holding you. Your eyes alight, they've never shined so bright for just one second I'm lost in you. (niamerlliwtahtevolaevahew)