Love From a Cold Mind
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

Do look behind as I walk by
Don't ever want to stand
I am afraid what I my try
someone needs to stay my hand
someone needs to stay my hand

ooooooooo

Sometimes I feel so very calm
The air is chill, the sky so clear
My soul sleeps and feels no fear
It does not care what I might dare 
Don't be still when you are near

could this be hate 
another kind
Could this be love, 
from a cold mind

Please take my hand
Don't try to run No need to fear
Please don't cry
No one knows who's next to die

My dream it fades, 
asleep once more, I never made it out the door
But soon again 
another day
and one more time I'll feel this way
There may be hell to pay
There may be hell to pay
There may be hell to pay

could this be hate 
another kind
Could this be love, 
from a cold mind

Sometimes I feel so very calm
The air is chill, the sky so clear
My soul sleeps and feels no fear
It does not care what I might dare 
Don't be still when you are near


could this be hate 
another kind
Could this be love, 
from a cold mind

There may be hell to pay
There may be hell to pay
There may be hell to pay
There may be hell to pay

could this be
could this be


There may be hell to pay

could this be love, 
from a cold mind
There may be hell to pay
There may be hell to pay
There may be hell to pay

could this be hate 
another kind
Could this be love, 
from a cold mind

There may be hell to pay


Love From a Cold Mind

Stay my Hand
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

I look behind as I walk by
Don't ever want to stand
I am afraid what I my try
someone needs to stay my hand
someone needs to stay my hand

ooooooooo

someone needs to stay my hand

Sometimes I feel so very calm
The air is chill, the sky so clear
my soul it sleeps, it does not care
It rests quite still, It's not aware
It does not know, with time to kill
emotions deep, I feel the thrill 
 
ooooh ooh ooh oooh oooooh

could this be hate, another kind
could this be love, from a cold mind

Please take my hand
Don't try to run 
No need to fear
Please don't cry
No one knows who's next to die
No one knows who's next to die

someone needs to stay my hand
someone needs to stay my hand

[instrumental interlude]

Sometimes I feel so very calm
The air is chill, the sky so clear
my soul it sleeps, it does not care
It rests quite still, It's not aware
It does not know, with time to kill
emotions deep, I feel the thrill 
 
ooooh ooh ooh oooh oooooh

could this be hate, another kind

ooooh ooh ooh oooh oooooh

could this be love, from a cold mind

another day
and one more time I'll feel this way
There may be hell to pay


could this be hate, another kind
ooooh ooh ooh oooh oooooh
Could this be love, from a cold mind

There may be hell to pay

Stay My Hand

Sounds
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

strange sounds coming through the wall
I can barely hear a word
I would like to hear it all

I want to know what she just said
I want to know if she's in bed
I would like for her to call

ooh noo noo mor

I hear sounds that have no meaning
It does not matter what I heard
I heard sounds up in the celing
as I lie alone in bed
She doesn't know the way I'm feeling
She doesn't know the way I'm feeling
She doesn't know the way I'm feeling
I hear those sounds and I see red
I hear those sounds and I see red

mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm

I can never be alone
I hear sound from all directions
I can never tell the source
It's all echoes and reflections
what was it that she said
I hear those sounds and I see red

This is the way I live
In a world where all are mad
some sounds gave me some reprieve
your voice was all I had
Now I hear it all the time
But what I do is now a crime
But what I do is now a crime
But what I do is now a crime

But what I do is now a crime

mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm

I would like to hear it all
I want to know what she just said
She does not know the way I'm feeling
I hear those sounds and I see red

I hear those sounds and I see red
I hear those sounds and I see red

what was it that she said

This is the way I live
In a world that drives me mad
some sounds gave me some reprieve
your voice was all I had
Now I hear it all the time
But what I do is now a crime

(what was it that she said)
(I think my microphone is dead)
(I think my microphone is dead)

blah blah blah blah  blah blah

blah blah blah blah  blah blah

Sounds

I write lyrics. Mr. Suno provides arrangements.  Performed by Ms. Ai and the band.

Love From a Cold Mind

Vasey

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