I think the last time I was warm was in my mother
   Now I'm listening in the darkness
   but there's nothing on the wire
   I'm locked inside the refrigerator
   So while I sit and shiver
   I rub the sticks together
   And if it takes forever
   I will find my way back to the fire
  
   Heat is not enough
   More light
   Love is strong enough
   More light
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   More light
   Everybody must be touched
  
   I think that we don't need another great communicator
   And there's a million extended mixers we are ready to retire
   We all face obsolescence sooner or later
   So while we sit and shiver
   We rub the sticks together
   And if it takes forever
   we will find our way back to the fire