And When It's Cold Out

I Will Wait For Her

And I Will Roam Out

To The Edges Of The Earth

And When It Feels Just Like The Rain

Has Soaked Through My Bones

None Of This Will Matter

None Of This Will Save You From Yourself



This Life

It's Brining On The Death Of Me

Swear That I Can Barely See

That I'm The One To Blame

This Life

I Swear To God It's Killin' Me

Seems Some Times I Can't Believe

That I'm The One To Blame

And When It's Cold Out

In The Sleet And Snow

I Will Hold Out

'Till The Answers All Unfold

And When It Feels Just Like The Rain

You Will See Through It All

None Of This Will Matter

'Cause None Of This Will Save You From Yourself



None Of This Will Matter

None Of This Will Save Your From Yourself