This coldness
That I hold on to is
Worth more than a river
Of gold and it's
Flowing faster and faster
Through the veins of this
Wicked city
And into and out of the
Eyes and mouths
Of all those that remained seated

I watch them as they watch me
Why don't they turn around
Am I all that they need?
There is a certain balance needed
To see the real me
The real Andy

I want you to tell me your name
Let me in on your little secret ghost
I could replace its face into mine
Without the complacent feelings
Of your wrongs and haunts
From the day before today.

Its cold outside and you're still asleep
So when you come to and I am not there
Do not be disturbed with fright
There will be a dream waiting for you there

On the other-side of the night.