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
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
For, I was had at the doorstep
Had like a two to a four-set
Played like poor job in the Bible by God

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