[Verso 1]:
Your skin is cold
But the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold
But you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick, and tired
[Verso 2]:
We walk the streets
Gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets
Pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
[Pre Coro]:
And a ship with eight sails could come round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stoplights red
I'd be blind
You broke my heart, danny boy
Not your fault, danny boy
[Coro]:
I was had at the doorstep
Played, like a two to a four-set
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God
[Verso 3]:
Day comes, I wake
I wake with a hard heartache
I go down to your place
[Verso 4]:
We sit and chat
Chat about new york and trips to the bayou
My smile, a trick
Tricking me and trying not to scare you