[Verse 1]
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 a mother, lover, brother
Brother, she was wrong
Me, I don't long to belong
Time stood still with his fingers in his ears
Didn't want to hear it from another bunch of hollow men
[Chorus 1]
Cold, been excommunicated 'cause 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
[Verse 2]
I met her on a 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
In the flood
You can see the world like a Buddha, bread and Buddha
With my blood, I can hold you
Bigger than your hurt
In the flood, with my blood, I can hold you
Don't you know that love is work?
In the flood
King got caught with his fingers in the till
With my blood
Where's your calculator? Will you leave it in your will?
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 a mother, lover, brother
Brother, she was wrong
Me, I don't long to belong
Time stood still with his fingers in his ears
Didn't want to hear it from another bunch of hollow men
[Chorus 1]
Cold, been excommunicated 'cause 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
[Verse 2]
I met her on a 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
In the flood
You can see the world like a Buddha, bread and Buddha
With my blood, I can hold you
Bigger than your hurt
In the flood, with my blood, I can hold you
Don't you know that love is work?
In the flood
King got caught with his fingers in the till
With my blood
Where's your calculator? Will you leave it in your will?
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