My hands are in my pockets
It's freezing when it should be fun
This air conditioning
And no-one's ever listening
When I tell them that it should be warm
Chorus:
We've got an outline for our comfort
But it numbs us down and takes us down
Throws away the real deal
Makes everything too easy
State it how it should be
And that's not how it will be
We're turning off our warning lights
Damaging our taste sense
Covering our bad dents
Convincing the soul that we're right
Chorus:
We've got an outline for our comfort
But it numbs us down and takes us down
Throws away the real deal
Makes everything too easy
Colder than I want it
My hands are in my pockets
It's freezing when it should be fun
This air conditioning
And no-one's ever listening
When I tell them that it should be warm
Chorus:
We've got an outline for our comfort
But it numbs us down and takes us down
Throws away the real deal
Makes everything too easy
Everything's too easy
So easy
Everything's too easy
Easy