| Song | Cold and Dead |
| Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
| Album | Hymns for the Hopeless |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Whitmore | |
| Well sing with me a hymn | |
| For the light that has dimmed | |
| For the heart that no longer beats | |
| And even until death when nothing else is left and the pain has finally ceased | |
| And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine | |
| Sing with me a hymn | |
| For the body that's grown weary | |
| For the voice that's forever still | |
| And my lips will utter praise | |
| Until the end of days for the space that can not be filled | |
| And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine | |
| Well I will be your roof | |
| Your shelter from the storm | |
| Your footing against the wind | |
| And I'll mend for you my dear | |
| Those hopes that have been torn | |
| And I hope our paths will cross again | |
| And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine |
| zuo ci : Whitmore | |
| Well sing with me a hymn | |
| For the light that has dimmed | |
| For the heart that no longer beats | |
| And even until death when nothing else is left and the pain has finally ceased | |
| And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine | |
| Sing with me a hymn | |
| For the body that' s grown weary | |
| For the voice that' s forever still | |
| And my lips will utter praise | |
| Until the end of days for the space that can not be filled | |
| And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine | |
| Well I will be your roof | |
| Your shelter from the storm | |
| Your footing against the wind | |
| And I' ll mend for you my dear | |
| Those hopes that have been torn | |
| And I hope our paths will cross again | |
| And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine |
| zuò cí : Whitmore | |
| Well sing with me a hymn | |
| For the light that has dimmed | |
| For the heart that no longer beats | |
| And even until death when nothing else is left and the pain has finally ceased | |
| And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine | |
| Sing with me a hymn | |
| For the body that' s grown weary | |
| For the voice that' s forever still | |
| And my lips will utter praise | |
| Until the end of days for the space that can not be filled | |
| And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine | |
| Well I will be your roof | |
| Your shelter from the storm | |
| Your footing against the wind | |
| And I' ll mend for you my dear | |
| Those hopes that have been torn | |
| And I hope our paths will cross again | |
| And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine |