There are some who [will] confuse talk of love
With love
Looking not so [carefully]

And there's a shiver in here
Oh a shiver

[Beyond the honeyed reality]
That there's nothing warm in here

He turns and returns and there is a residual tenderness for the man with the ax handle

He turns to you and on you

It's so cold in here
It's so cold in here it seems hot in here

And moves beyond the eventuality
That there's nothing good in here

There are some who will confuse that which is loved with that that loves
And the crawling happens not so carefully

While he turns and returns a cold burn
A cold, cold burn
His stick much more charming than that which he pulls from his quiver

And there's a shiver in here
Oh a shiver

There are some who will confuse that which is loved with that that loves
And the crawling happens not so carefully
And moves beyond the eventuality
That there's nothing good in here

He turns and returns and there is a residual tenderness for the man with the ax handle

He turns to you and on you his stick much more charming than that which he pulls from his quiver

And there's a shiver in here
Oh a shiver

And finally there are some who despite the soft and lush are not confused at all
By the cold in here
It's so cold in here
It's so cold in here it seems hot in here

While he turns and returns a cold burn
A cold, cold burn