C G Meet me on the corner by the fire escape and I’ll be waiting C G Every inch of back roads that have put me here will disappear Em A C And I’d hold you in my arms Am Bm C D G Cold mathematics making its move on me now Peacocks on the chopping block and in the docks, my hopes are burning Beautiful and trivial and baby just out of reach So hear the unforgiven sounds Of cold mathematics making its move on me now Towards the stars - the great silence The only place I have left to go And I’d hold you in my arms Cold mathematics making its move on me now It’s funny how I always seem to alienate the people that I'm Trying to impress, one day I will learn to shine To the unforgiven sounds Of cold mathematics making its move on me now And I’d hold you in my arms Cold mathematics making its move on me now Cold mathematics making its move Cold mathematics making its move Cold mathematics making its move