Cold

The coldest shoulder cast in metal
Frozen to the bone
To rely on hook, line and sinker
What a sinker
Sinking like a stone
You’d be better off alone
She saw me on the television underneath the sun
Thought that I was warm like mother, lover, brother
Brother, she was wrong
Me, I don’t long to belong
Cold, been excommunicated cos I’m cold
My temperature’s been rated and I’m cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
Nothing more will make me better
I met her on Monday and my heart did nothing new
Seems she thought of me as some mystic, fatalistic, mystical guru
Me, I haven’t got a clue
But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth
You can see the world like a Buddha, bread and Buddha
Bigger than you hurt
Don’t you know that love is work
Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I’m cold
And Capricorn is rising yes I’m cold
Listened to my old Nockles
Hoped that it would warm the cockles
You can’t fight the fear you can’t, this is the road you’re on
You don’t belong to me you don’t belong to any one
Your reputation lies not in your eyes, but those who dare
Will bite the hand that feeds when it don’t meet your needs When you got blood
to bleed, you got a life to lead
In the flood with my blood I can hold you
Cold, been excommunicated cos I’m cold
My temperature’s been rated and I’m cold