You've got us hanging on 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?

      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 or 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.

      Hot to cold,
      too hot to hold.
      Hot to cold,
      too hot to hold,
      too hot to -

      Hot to cold,
      too hot to hold.
      Hot to cold,
      too hot to hold.
      Now!

      Hot to cold,
      too hot to hold.
      Hot to cold,
      too hot to hold.
      Hot to cold,
      too hot to hold. (fade out)

                       - Michael Sadler