Meet me on the corner by the fire escape and I'll be waitingnEvery inch of back roads that have put me here will disappearnAnd I'll hold you in my armsnCold mathematics making its move on me nownnPeacocks on the chopping block and in the blocksnMy hopes are burningnBeautiful and trivial and baby just out of reachnSo hear the unforgiving soundnOf cold mathematics making its move on me nownnWarm starts the great silencenThe only place I have left to gonAnd I'll hold you in my armsnCold mathematics making its move on me nownnIt's funny how I always seem to alienate the people I likenTrying to impress, one day I will learn to shinenTo the unforgiving soundnOf cold mathematics making its move on me nownnAnd I'll hold you in my armsnCold mathematics making its move on me nownCold mathematics making its movenCold mathematics making its movenCold mathematics making its move