Cold Bitch
Chris Cornell
On your breast
I might lay my crowded head
In your light
I might bathe in cold burnt sweat
In your mouth
I might feel the serpent's kiss
In your womb
I might swim in fetal bliss
But in your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your eyes
I might be your saving grace
In your head
I might say it through your eyes
In your lungs
I might stare between you
But in your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
I beseech your heart
Take a vow of silence
And put your love out of business
But in your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze
In your heart I'd freeze