Sylvie Hill

“Cold Discovery” by Smog

And though your teeth have gnashed through death
Still you come to me so gently
And find a soft place on your body
And rub me with it

Of this I won’t soon forget
You’re the one that will remain
You’re the one that will remain

Bust a lock with a rock
Don’t need a key to have me
This was your cold discovery

We needed a fever then we needed a cure
The bait no longer lured
Say goodbye quick as you can
A car waits for me just across the border

Wish me luck
No good luck, no bad luck
Just wish me luck in my cold discovery
That you are gone
My cold discovery
That you’re the one
That will remain

Oh I can hold a woman
Down on a hardwood floor
Oh I can hold a woman
Down on a hardwood floor
And her teeth can gnash right through me
Looking for a soft place
And of this you won’t soon forget
I had no soft place for you to rest

And this was your cold discovery

I can hold a woman
Down on a hardwood floor
I can hold a woman
Down on a hardwood floor

And this was my cold discovery

Few saw it for what it really was