5° on the Inside

In the city of oil The ozone never came And just as unfortunate The sweet spot bled out To stain your life Got you covered First on the ice Then on the fire 5 degrees on the inside Baby that's cold 96 years and still crying Baby that's old In the roots In the soil To not move anywhere Attempts to emancipate With not much success In this day and night Much too frozen Curse at the sky For not getting higher --- 5° on the Inside - Guided by Voices