Текст песни 100 Years - Typhoon

I am beaten, I am withered
I am hurt, I cower down
And my chest cavity I have bettered
And you're ready to settle down
I carved my name in the summer of two thousand and two
Into the trunk of a great tree I laid down under
And soon, I fell asleep for a hundred years
Next thing I knew, I awoke in the future
Entire cities of old folks' homes
In every household, a hospital bed for everyone
They laid me down and they stripped my clothes
Gave me a shirt that says "I survived my own life"
It was cold, it was cold, it was cold
It was cold, it was cold, it was cold
They found out they had caused us too much pain though
So they cut off my arms and they cut off my legs
Now I'm wandering around and I feel out of place
I would like to go back to
I told you, I told you
I have nothing left with which to hold you
I lean up against you
We need heat where we're gonna go
I have been there, I should know better
It was cold, it was cold, it was cold
It was cold, it was cold, it was cold
We were old, we were old
And shedding our skins like some cold-blooded animals
All looking for love in the mirror but you know that you
Are on your own, you keep yourself, you live alone
It was cold, it was cold, it was cold