Lyrics:

Lyrics by Raymond Weston.

When you realize that you wont be this warm again till spring
Dont let your thoughts stray far away from the light
Of moments of doubt in moments of no sound
Love, why wont you help me?

The body knows when the mind wants out
Of cold machine and worn out boot
The inadvertent blows to the head remind me of where I am
Can you see me?

The rinsing and wringing of these dusty hands
Has worn their shine raw
I know where theyve been and what theyve built and what theyve torn apart
In moments of doubt and moments of no sound

The simple things will be the death of me
Cause when Im bored I stick a splinter under my fingernail
Be the death of me

The body knows when the mind wants out of cold machine

A nod with a vacant stare is all I can give you now
Im miles away from here soaking sun, and free
Of moments of doubt and moments of no sound

Get me out, let me in love

The body knows when the mind wants out of this cold machine