"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 (Time stood still with his fingers in his ears didn't want to hear it from another bunch of hollow men) 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 (King got caught with his fingers in the till Where's your calculator? Will you leave it in your will?) Cold, no heat on the horizon guess I'm cold.."