Other People - Oxbow

There are some who confuse talk of love

With love

Looking not so

And there’s a shiver in here

Oh a shiver

That there’s nothing warm in here

He turns and returns and there is a residual tenderness for the man with the ax

handle

He turns to you and on you

It’s so cold in here

It’s so cold in here it seems hot in here

And moves beyond the eventuality

That there’s nothing good in here

There are some who will confuse that which is loved with that that loves

And the crawling happens not so carefully

While he turns and returns a cold burn

A cold, cold burn

His stick much more charming than that which he pulls from his quiver

And there’s a shiver in here

Oh a shiver

There are some who will confuse that which is loved with that that loves

And the crawling happens not so carefully

And moves beyond the eventuality

That there’s nothing good in here

He turns and returns and there is a residual tenderness for the man with the ax

handle

He turns to you and on you his stick much more charming than that which he

pulls from his quiver

And there’s a shiver in here

Oh a shiver

And finally there are some who despite the soft and lush are not confused at all

By the cold in here

It’s so cold in here

It’s so cold in here it seems hot in here

While he turns and returns a cold burn

A cold, cold burn