The Summer months are over
There's no warmth coming from the stars
An Icy spear of loneliness enters my heart
Dear Lord, It's cold Please send a spirit for me
To warm up my heart and keep me from the night
You breathe the same air as me
I'll hold you, you keep me warm
Who cares what I might say Lord cos I'm
Cold Tired and Hungry, I'm making plans for you
As I lie here half naked
Under your eyes
With them running overhead
The terror in the skies
And my feeble arms of flesh and bone fall for the night
The evil cold awaits my company
You breathe the same air as me
I'll hold you, you keep me warm
Who cares what I might say Lord cos I'm
Cold Tired and Hungry, I'm making plans for you