(Time stood still with his fingers in his ears)
Nothing more will make me better
(Didn't want to hear it from another bunch of hollow men)
Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
Seems she thought of me as some mystic
When you got blood to bleed, you got a life to lead
In the flood with my blood
Stone cold
Bread and Buddha bigger than your hurt
In the flood with my blood I can hold you
I met her on Monday and my heart did nothing new
Me, I don't long to belong
Cold, been excommunicated 'cause I'm cold
Don't you know that love is work?
Nothing more will make me better
Cold, been excommunicated 'cause I'm cold
But floating on a magic carpet high above the earth
(Where's your calculator will you leave it in your will?)
Your reputation lies not in your eyes, but those who dare
(King got caught with his fingers in the till)
You'd be better off alone
There'll be no compromising cold, cool, cold
Will bite the hand that feeds when it don't meet your needs
Stone cold
You don't belong to me, you don't belong to any one
You can see the world like a Buddha
My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
Thought that I was warm like mother
Fatalistic, mystical guru
You can't fight the fear you can't, this is the road you're on
Lover, brother, brother, she was wrong
Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold
Listened to my old friend Nockles
And Capricorn is rising yes I'm cold
Stone cold
She saw me on the television underneath the sun
Hoped that it would warm the cockles
Me, I haven't got a clue
My temperature's been rated and I'm cold
Bring to me my big old sweater
What a sinker, sinking like a stone
