On the evening the stars float above the lawn
They're easier to see now the ceiling's gone
(And you remember what your daddy told you
As the blood in your veins grows colder)
So you light a fire to keep away the ice
Burning beatrix potter and her dress so nice
(Too bad, you silly clown, but he's bad for your health
That's how he stole your name and wealth)
Cold hands, warm heart my dear
Cold hands, warm heart my dear
Up the track comes a procession of flame
It's the villagers, who curse your name
(They took the chain and they broke the link
The revenge of the jasmine minks)
So i think, "isn't it a sin,"
As i slip off my badger's skin,
("How the difference between them and us
Can be accepted with little fuss?")
Cold hands, warm heart my dear
Cold hands, warm heart my dear
(But all of this was a lifetime ago
Someone else has donned the skin, for all i know)
And i can't leave this place i'm in
Because you lit the fire with my skin
(And outside it's very cold
My limbs are stiff: i must be getting old)
You burn the books and all the rest
For i still clutch her letter to my chest
Cold hands, warm heart my dear
Cold hands, warm heart my dear
