Well I carry you round on my shoulders
Like history
Like a Chinese burn
But I'll make you this time
'Cause I'm one of a million soldiers
When the sun goes down
On a broken sphere
With a voice so cold it's mine

Waiting for all your friends
All your wicked friends
To come around you

Well I work in the morning beside her
Like a photograph
Of the real thing
But I'll make you this time
And I wonder what happened before you
To the photograph
Of the real thing
In a voice so cold it's mine
Yeah, a voice so cold it's mine

Waiting for all your friends
All your wicked friends
To come around you

I'll come around you

Well I wake in the morning beside you
Like history
Like a Chinese burn
On a frozen sphere
Like a broken sun
In a voice so cold it's mine

Waiting for all your friends
Waiting for all