Warm Songtext
von Vic Chesnutt

Warm, the body is warm
The muscles twitch
The posture compensates
And cold, the arrow is cold

The friction warms nothing
But the point is pure
The wound it is secure
Trial by error, follow a sun


And the one we have will do
What is the message
On those gamma rays
That are a′penetrating you?

Do they say that the end
Is a'coming soon?
Or do they say forget the sun
Worship the moon?

But whatever it is
Our pinhole prespective
Cannot a′translate sufficiently
But any way, A or B
You know, it's alright with me