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