These lyrics are transcribed from a dodgy live recording, so some bits might be incorrect. Improve on them if you can.
Note: Originally copied from the Bar Italia Pulp resource. Thanks to Steve Devereux and Ian Clark.
(?) made a home
The snow I seek outside
(?) touch your hand then sigh
I'll take you for a ride
Oh, I knew anyone who had a heart could never turn away
Lie back in the chair and draw the curtains on the day
Twenty minutes home and not a moment on the chain
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry - don't delay
(?) leave me
But still it leaves me cold
(?) perfect like a (??) picture
It leaves me cold
Oh, anyone who had a heart could try and keep it warm
Anyone who had a heart would never get enough
Twenty minutes home and then it's back inside to change
Never, never, never, never, never have to sway
I feel your hands freeze under mine
The frozen wastes that last for years
Your home is warm, not to my taste
I choose to stay outside
Slowly (?) everything inside
And hanging from the trees
Slowly coming (?) makes me run and grab my coat
And I begin to freeze
Oh, this is what I wanted, to be part of everything
This is what I wanted to be part of in the spring
Please hail forever, with nothing running pure
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing running pure
I feel your hands freeze under mine
The frozen wastes that last for years
Your home is warm and to my taste
I choose to stay outside
It's cold out here at night
But this is what I want
It's cold out here at night
But this is what I want
(indistinct speaking)
Oh, anyone who had a heart could never turn away
Anyone who's seen it takes the curtains on the day
Twenty minutes home and twenty minutes, twenty years
Coming from the lightning, coming from the cold, the tears
ANYONE WHO HAD A HEART'D RUN BACK IN THE DOOR!
ANYONE WHO HAD A HEART COULD NEVER GET ENOUGH!
TWENTY MINUTES HOME AND NOW IT'S BACK INSIDE TO CHANGE!
NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER HAVE TO CHANGE!
I feel your heart slide under mine
Your frozen wastelands stretch for years
Your home is warm, not to my taste
I choose to stay outside
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
And when I meet you at nights
I just wanna face things
(?)
Oh, you, you got so cold. Oh.