Love is, is a train that's calling me home to you
And my heart is, but a thread
that's keeping me sewn to you, to you
So tie this heavy heart down to the sea
And watch as shifting tides tilt you from me

And if my hands are cold, doesn't mean I'm growing old
‘cause these hands are moulds
and they need your love to hold
And if my hands are cold, doesn't mean I'm growing

Love is, is a flame that's drawing my close to you
But my heart is, isn't working
like it's supposed to do, to do
So tie this heavy heart down to the sea
And watch as shifting tides tilt you from me

And if my hands are cold, doesn't mean I'm growing old
‘cause these hands are moulds
and they need your love to hold
And if my hands are cold, doesn't mean I'm growing old

And if my hands are cold, doesn't mean I'm growing old
‘cause these hands are moulds
and they need your love to hold
If my hands are cold, doesn't mean I'm growing old