You've got us hanging off your every word
patiently waiting a sign
one minute we can expect the absurd
next minute everything's fine
so unpredictable no reason nor rhyme
worse than the hours in a day
we seem to remember a well balanced time
or was it always this way
[chorus]
hot to cold
too hot to hold
hot to cold
too hot to hold
too hot to...
half a degree either way unconcerned
you shed no ray of relief
and plagued by a fear of your high winds of change
day to night's difference is brief
erratic shifts in your moods have us all
under a high pressure sway
showering us constantly playing your game
we have no choice but to play
[repeat chorus]