Frozen fingers on my skin
Guilty hands clutching gin
Your tin, thin eyes can't see within

Soul to soul and skin to skin we burn
And the silence won't subsie
As I crawl to your scaly side

Your eyes could never hide
My eyes and all their pride


My shoulder to your face is so warm
Dim light from moon outlines our form
You're sinewy and shiftless and so forlorn

Between here and thereand everywhere you're torn

Carving out a piece for me, saving three for you

Squeeze me tight that's all

Waiting... waiting for you


To call out my name, speak to me
And say that it's alright to be on the wrong track

Call out my name, speak to me
And say that it's alright to be on the wrong track


There's a warm breeze in the city tonight
Soft light makes every sad sight seem alright
And I'm spinning around and we're holding tight

Soul to soul and face to face we turn...