You're growing cold The end is near
I know it's sad Its true my dear
What's one more blow to seal this fate

And what's one more nail
It's getting late
So check our pulse

Keep our hearts from breaking
Beating still six feet deep
A funeral for all the love we've lost

We'll bury yesterday T
hings I've never said before
Always six feet deep B

uried alive I soon grow weak
One last embrace
Then never speak

Death warrant signed
Lying in state
This coffin is lined

It's never too late to check our pulse
Ooh You're growing cold Ooh you're growing cold