The sun
        is so cold, and
the poetry
        is so warm.
We will grow old, and your shoulder lay on my arm.
The sun
        is so cold, and
the poetry
        is so warm.
The love should be hold or we're getting harm.
The sun
        is so cold, and
the poetry
        is so warm.
I love you like sparkling gold even though my body was eaten by worm.