Il testo della Mathematics

Meet me on the corner by the fire escape and i’ll be waiting
And every inch of back roads that have put me here will disappear
And i’d hold you in my arms
But cold mathematics making its move on me now
Peacocks on the chopping block and in the docks, my hopes are burning
You’re beautiful and trivial and baby just out of reach
So hear the unforgiven sounds
Cold mathematics making its move on me now
Towards the stars and the great silence
Is the only place i have left to go

And i’d hold you in my arms
The cold mathematics making its move on me now
Funny how i always seem to alienate the people that i'm
Trying to impress, one day i will learn to shine
Through the unforgiven sounds
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