Teksty: Natalie Imbruglia. Cold Air.

Waiting for the last leaf to fall
Can I hear a cry for a dead man to crawl?
Asleep like stones in the well
Empty as you leave your dry sea shell

Never seen you came this far
Never thought I'd hope this hard

Like air, always looking down upon yourself
Like air, you live two feet above yourself
Somewhere, we will always be in parallel
Out there, it's a place without a hope in hell
Like air

Haven't made a sound all week
Trying to gather up some promises to keep
I watched as the icicles fell
Pinned to the bottom or drowning, it's hard to tell

You may be human after all
Never seen you came this far
Must you build yourself so tall

Like air, always looking down upon yourself
Like air, you live two feet above yourself
Somewhere, we will always be in parallel
Out there, it's a place without a hope in hell
Like air

Trying to wash your trace off my skin
Cover up the footprints I've been walking in
Easier to cut you cold
You can keep your waste of space, I'm half way home

You may be human after all
Never seen you came this far
Must you build yourself so tall

Like air, always looking down upon yourself
Like air, you live two feet above yourself
Somewhere, we will always be in parallel
Out there, it's a place without a hope in hell
Like air, like air, like air, like air, like air, like air