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
We Walk The Streets
Gently Staring, Wondering What To Do
The Sun In Sheets
Pouring Down Those Streets To Eyes Green And Blue
And A Ship With Eight Sails Could Come Round The Bend
Or A Heard Of Bulls Charging Stoplights Red
I'd Be Blind

You Broke My Heart, Danny Boy
Not Your Fault, Danny Boy
I Was Had At The Doorstep
Played, Like A Two To A Four-set
Had, Like Poor Job In The Bible By God

Day Comes, I Wake
I Wake With A Hard Heartache
I Go Down To Your Place
We Sit And Chat About New York
And Trips To The Bayou
My Smile, A Trick
Tricking Me And Trying Not To Scare You
And A Ship With Eight Sails Could Come Round The Bend
Or A Heard Of Bulls Charging Stoplights Red
I'd Be Blind

You Broke My Heart, Danny Boy
Not Your Fault, Danny Boy
I Was Had At The Doorstep
Played, Like A Two To A Four-set
Had, Like Poor Job In The Bible By God