Cold hands touching her face While you make plans for lovers embrace It's a slow ride back to her place And I hope that I am not too late You've got something I should understand Weighing down in the palm of my hand I've got nothing I've got some kind of remorse About you, of course And your parents divorce "Am I the only one who didn't grow up in the north?" Cold hands tell me where to wait I've been making a lot of dumb mistakes And I know that I can't feel your pain But I know that you know I feel the same Well I've got something you should understand Weighing down in the palm of my hand I've got nothing I've got some kind of remorse About you, of course And your parents divorce "Am I the only one who didn't grow up in the north?" Well I think it's time to abort "Cause every single day just gets a little worse In every single way I feel a little worse"