You wrote it on my arm with a sharpie
And we fell down division street
Took the L through this hell-train city
Two Pisces-rising, drunk actors in a love scene
If I can access the feeling still its verdigris
A little lost at the roof-party
A kiss on the neck and chemistry
Your breath is a voice, wet purring
A kiss on the mouth's like an elegy
When you slide down next to me, say,
"By morning this will just feel like a dream."
Your eyes are some cold home
Your eyes are some cold home
Your eyes are some cold home
Your eyes are some cold home
I told the pills to do this to me
Surrender and learn something
Or at least for one night know nothing
My phone is sick and shivering
But it's too loud for talking
And my head is ringing
I forget who's looking out for me
I look up and you're smiling, say,
"You sold your soul to the evening
You're stranded here now so surrender."
Your eyes are some cold home
Your eyes are some cold home
Your eyes are some cold home
Your eyes are some cold home
I want this fire burning
I want this fire fire
I want this fire fire
I want this fire
