Cold Comfort - Barry Adamson

High rise fall to ground

Nuclear sun sets down

Wounded full of fear

Pass the salt my dear

You try to squeeze juice from a dry piece of fruit

Play your hand right but nothing will suit

Left in the lurch with nothing to boot

Sugar babe Sugar babe?

Down and run the bend

Everyone your friend

Suck to save your soul

Thank your God less whole

You take an infinite thirst to the emptiest well

The sickness don’t budge, the fever won’t quell

Your cell mate is free, your soul mate’s in Hell

Sugar babe Sugar babe?

Hopes in front out back

Watch them fold then crack

You just kissed the sky

With your last goodbye

Sugar babe?