I know I'm a black sheep Walking the field like a Golden Fleece I wish that I could get out of my head but I'm back in it again It feels the same at least I used to cry to "Only Time" I forget the last time I tried I wish that A Day Without Rain would make me feel the same today But I'm desensitized And now nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah I must be cold blooded And now nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah I must be cold blooded ♪ I know what's on your sleeve And when it weeps it's a holy thing When you remember Mahlon Layne turned nine and no one Showed up to surprisе him You are crumbling So why does nothing make mе cra- ah ah ah ah ah? I must be cold blooded Nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah I must be cold blooded Nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah I must be cold blooded I must be cold blooded ♪ I must be cold blooded ♪ Nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah I must be cold blooded Nothing makes me cra- ah ah ah ah ah I must be cold blooded