Frozen fingers on my skin
Guilty hands clutching gin
Your tin, thin eyes can't see within
Soul to soul and shin to shin we burn
And the silence won't subside
As I crawl to your scaly side
Your eyes could never hide
My eyes and all their prideMy 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 there and everywhere you're tornCraving out a piece for me, saving three for you
Squeeze me tight and that's allWaiting...waiting for youTo 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 trackThere'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.....