Lyrics:

One tenth of her
I feel her talking through my stand-up hairs
Which of you, or does he touch them, or is he daft
It's hard boys
Alone and old, it's really like her, it wears her clothes, I might be, I might be
But you're not me and you don't know I'm back in the mine
Don't be afraid my love for you to die
It stands its ground as I stand mine
The ex-flesh of the temperature, I'm just as beautiful as your light allows