Get yourself out the letterman
This is not some American high school film
And you're not at the centre of my attention
Somebody spiked the weatherman
He's soaking wet but it didn't rain, it didn't rain
I guess his calculations were unsure
They're always so sure


I, am ready for the light
Ready for the light
Am ready for
I, am ready for the light
Ready for the light
Am ready for

Could you do so much better than
Camera cuts to the filthy fans white on blue
Guess its not at the centre of their attention
The frost is in through the flowerbeds
Streets been padded for winter nets frozen through
These daffodils are fucked for sure
They're always so sure


I, am ready for the light
Ready for the light
Am ready for
I, am ready for the light
Ready for the light
Am ready for


I dont need
Cold cold hands
To hold, in my
Cold cold hands
Into me now
Cold cold hands
Into me now

I, am ready for the light
Ready for the light
Am ready for
I, am ready for the light
Ready for the light
Am ready for