The cold my love    is much cooler then the frost beneath my lungs    a sudden touch will break the thought of us    clearing out our minds from all the lust    and all the time worth giving in      after all of this ends (will you)    count the blessings gave with my hand    put back the fire that burns underneath us   after all of this ends (will you)       surprised to see you up on your feet killing men for money    cant trust the scent of caring humanity    pouring out their hands with the help in need take    a good look at nothing       after all of this ends (will you)    count the blessings gave with my hand    put back the fire that burns underneath us   after all of this ends (will you)       18 months have passed   dead flowers grow from my chest   the roots, they steal the years... leaving decades bent and bruised      after all of this ends (will you)    count the blessings gave with my hand    put back the fire that burns underneath us   after all of this ends (will you)