Meet me on the corner by the fire escape and I'll be waiting,
Every inch of back roads that have put me here will disappear,
And I'd hold you in my arms,
Cold mathematics making its move on me now,
Peacocks on the chopping block and in the docks, my hopes are burning,
Beautiful and trivial and baby just out of reach,
So hear the unforgiven sounds,
Of cold mathematics making its move on me now,
Warm starts the great silence,
The only place I have left to go,
And I'd hold you in my arms,
Cold mathematics making its move on me now,
It's funny how I always seem to alienate the people that I'm trying to impress,
One day I will learn to shine,
To the unforgiven sounds,
Of cold mathematics making its move on me now,
And I'd hold you in my arms,
Cold mathematics making its move on me now,
Cold mathematics making its move,
Cold mathematics making its move,
Cold mathematics making its move.
