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
Things I´ve never said before
Always six feet deep

Buried 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