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 herd of bulls charging stoplights red
i'd be blind
You broke my heart Danny Boy
not your fault Danny boy
I was hanged at the doorstep
played like a two to a fourset
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 herd of bulls charging stoplights red
i'd be blind
You broke my heart Danny Boy
not your fault Danny boy
