The Cold Side

There's a pain we're always feelin' On the mornings we feel lost Where we find the tilted balance As we're countin' up the cost It's in our angry conversations In the quickness of our tongues It's that setting sun desire Before the day's begun But it gets harder when we hide it Cause we seldom ever miss the things that grow In the still of the night We toss and turn but all we have to show We're turning into strangers on our own It's the cold side of the pillow It's the things we do for sleep It's the wasted time, Saturday Are we really gonna find all the trouble we could be But it gets harder when we hide it Cause we seldom ever miss the things that grow In the still of the night We toss and turn but all we have to show We're turning into strangers on our own Strangers on our own We're dying slowly in the cold side Where we always change We can't make it from the cold side When we wake, we won't remember our names But it gets harder when we hide it Cause we seldom ever miss the things that grow In the still of the night We toss and turn but all we have to show We're turning into strangers on our own