Lyrics
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, wonderin' what to do
The sun in sheets
It's pourin' down those streets to eyes green and blue
Oh, and a ship with eight sails could come round the bend
Or a heard of bulls chargin' 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, chat about New York
And trips to the bayou
My smile, a trick
And trickin' me and tryin' 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
And had, like poor Job in the Bible by God
For I knew I was had at the doorstep
Had like a two to a four-set
Played like poor Job in the Bible by God
