hot coals

cold war kids

i don't feel a thing

walking on hot coals

no sensitivity in a fog of war

try to unwind

to enjoy the good life

but the pressure that i hold

on my shoulders goes

i suspect the reason i am loved

is because of how tight i'm holding on

nowadays you're supposed to talk

problems on and on

whatever happened to the old -fashioned

strong and silent type

what they didn't know is once you get us in

touch with our feelings

you would never hear the end

once you pull the pin

i suspect the reason i am loved

is because of how tight i'm holding on

if i set you free

if i let go

tell me would i still be the one you want

even a broken clock

is right twice a day

even a busted lock

can keep a thief away

he's not the type and soldiers

don't go to hell

it's a place reserved for the

twisted and evil

now you ask how i'm feeling

i told you then

you're gonna torture me slowly with it

i am falling behind