You might see, snow drenched roof topsnA stalagtite falls to the alley like an arrow from cupid into younThe world has stoppednAnd it's pretty as a picturennYou might not noticenHow cold it gets when the gin runs out and history is born again nYou can't even thinknHow you wanna be with hernnWell here we are darling, Jam never tasted so goodnNothing ever felt so warm as you, above this old world shopnWith it's old world trinketsnBut how dare we even think itnnWhen there's a cardboard boxnWith shivering feet full of distant memories and nearby fantasiesnOf good heels and cashmere socksnThere's a cold war on the worldnnThat's what I heardnnI opened upnTold her I'm lonelynI said don't you know menShe said who're you talking to?nHer memory's fadednIrradicatednShe's been infiltratednBut oh how I waitednBecause I know there's somethingnI just can't get to itnI wasted yearsnAnd how I held you nearnI tasted fearnBut how I held you nearnAnd I fought The CombinenUntil they let me outsidenWhere it was pretty as a picture