You might see, snow drenched roof tops   A stalagtite falls to the alley like an arrow from cupid into you   The world has stopped   And it's pretty as a picture      You might not notice   How cold it gets when the gin runs out and history is born again    You can't even think   How you wanna be with her      Well here we are darling, jam never tasted so good   Nothing ever felt so warm as you, above this old world shop   With it's old world trinkets   But how dare we even think it      When there's a cardboard box   With shivering feet full of distant memories and nearby fantasies   Of good heels and cashmere socks   There's a cold war on the world      That's what I heard      I opened up   Told her I'm lonely   I said don't you know me   She said who're you talking to?   Her memory's faded   Irradicated   She's been infiltrated   But oh how I waited   Because I know there's something   I just can't get to it   I wasted years   But I'll held you near   And I tasted fear   And how I held you near   And I fought the combine   Until they let me outside   Where it was pretty as a picture