In the Cold, a poem by Lorne Laliberte

Foreword:

FOREWORD:

I wrote these lyrics for a local alternative rock band called This Hand Would, consisting of four very talented young guys. I worked with the bass player at his day job (actually, I worked the graveyard shift but you get my meaning :) and offered to write some songs for them to use. I wrote three songs, and the guys liked them, but sadly the band came apart before they did anything with them.

In the Cold

Remember how it started?
You and I, mismatched
But brought together,
Both in need of something neither
Of us could control.

It didn't last, how could it?
But alone we never stayed,
We didn't know enough cruel words
To keep ourselves apart.
And like two fighters beaten,
Like two losing armies, like
A machine broken that
No one knows how to fix,
We'd bring our hearts too close.
We were

Battle weary hearts
Little hermit souls
Thoughts all tumbled turning
Love lost in the cold.

And that was the real danger,
The closeness of two souls,
Who never should have bonded
Like we did, because we touched
In ways we didn't even know,
And couldn't understand
'Though we had

Battle weary hearts
Little hermit souls
Thoughts all tumbled turning
Love lost in the cold.

Scared by what we are together,
Afraid of being apart,
We'd go among the rubble,
Find the broken pieces of
Our lives we lost together,
Burning on the ground
With our

Battle weary hearts
Little hermit souls
Thoughts all tumbled turning
Love lost in the cold.

We'd stay until we'd use our eyes
And see just who we were,
Two different people, not
The same, not the same at all,
And we'd leave each other
In a rush to tear ourselves away,
And lose another corner of our

Battle weary hearts
Little hermit souls
Thoughts all tumbled turning
Love lost in the cold.

Afterword:

This song was inspired by an early relationship that should never have been. A suicidal "tough-chick" does not a good first girlfriend make, and I suffered from the effects of that relationship for many years. Thank God when I met Michelle I was over it enough to keep her.

For some reason my Mom really liked these lyrics. Maybe that was because she really didn't like that first girlfriend. I never told her that was what the song is about, but my Mom is pretty smart.

Last modified: November 15, 2003
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