So Cold - Detlef Zoo, Detlef

This is the end of your trust

My favourite dreams have turned into dust

Nobody can stop us

Well, this is the end of my proud

We need no attention We just need more time

To answer this question

We just need more time

To use our discretion

Stay!

Feel the pain!

It’s cold so cold!

And we play someone’s game

Called love, love!

This is the end of your touch

We’re standing accused, need each other so much

We’re standing confused now

Well, this is the end of the kiss

There’s no reason to doubt, no reason for fear

No reason for promise

That no one could keep

No reason to promise

We must Stay!

Feel the pain!

It’s cold, so cold!

And we play someone’s game

Called love, love!