Cold Hands from First Take by Percasynth

I've been knocking door to door
Camouflage what's left in store
Then take me for the ride of my life
I've been talking crazy shit
I found out you won't admit
You took me for an hour last night

The over-under on the chance
That you'll be taking off your pants
A second time is second to none
Was over fast 'cause you came in
And stopped me from an easy win
You're second to my first plan to come

Cold Hands, know I can't respect
Cold Hands, no I won't reflect

Terrified you might enjoy
A life not playing with the boys
Take on a new life with a man
'Cause you've been knocking door to door
Faking love and needing more
You turned off your heart long ago

Cold Hands, know I can't respect
Cold Hands, no I won't reflect

• Alternative
• ambient rock
• ballad
• electracoustic
• synth rock
• Boston