CHURCH OF THE COLD

I run, you run, we don’t mind
I see, I say, «We are blind.»
I touch, I taste Mother Earth
Need your love’s in the touch of the car
Seven seaward, oceans wild
Stormy weather, ship without sails
These crazy people are marching on
Lunatics are fucking from sunflowers?
Finding out all the rules that make me
A member of the church of the cold
Finding out all the rules that make me
A member of the church of the cold
Finding out all the rules that make me
A member of the church of the cold
Finding out all the rules that make me
A member of the church of the cold
Someone, somebody’s watching you
Out of sight is not out of mind
And later on you will find some peace,
Find some peace where there is none about
Give it an offer, give it a try
And 'cus every time I look to you
It seem that there’s something
That has come up between us
I just don’t know what to do
Finding out all the rules that make me
A member of the church of the cold
Finding out all the rules that make me
A member of the church of the cold
Finding out all the rules that make me
A member of the church of the cold
Finding out all the rules that make me
A member of the church of the cold
Finding out all the rules
(Finding out) Finding out all the rules
(Finding out) Finding out all the rules
(Finding out) Finding out all the rules