When the ground gets cold Frosted grass and spikes of ice When the light is fading Crying won't do no good Warm like blood Warm like blood When the river's dry Bed of mud and cracks on grit When the mind is weary Crying won't do no good Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood When your luck's run out And you're too old to die young There's no hand to hold Crying won't do no good Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood Warm like blood