My bed feels so cold,
Without you I'm so alone,
My heart needs your hands to hold.
Down that beach we strolled,
I was never left on my own,
My bed feels so cold.
The house has been sold,
And my body has turned to stone,
My heart needs your hands to hold.
The walls turned to mold,
It's a no-trespassing zone,
My bed feels so cold.
The dresser is no longer bold,
I still don't feel that grown,
My heart needs your hands to hold.
What happened to all the gold?
I miss seeing you sit in that throne.
My bed feels so cold,
My heart needs your hands to hold.
