LIYNA - Me Cold

You were fire, I was smoke.
Now I'm standing in the cold.
Nicol, Nicol, and I can't come back to you.
There's ice in the sink, where your cup used to be.
I keep hearing your laugh, in the hall, in the sheets.
Your coat's on the chair, like a ghost with the poles.
I reach for the heat, but it slips right through my gloves.
Nicol, Nicol, I'm the one you turned to stone.