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 subside

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 the moon outlines our form

You're sinewy and shiftless and so forlorn

Between here and there and everywhere you're torn



Carving out a piece for me, saving three for you

Squeeze me tight and 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 alrigh 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.....