Your skin is cold, but the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see it 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 stop lights 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 stop lights 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
I was hanged at the doorstep,
Had like a two to a fourset
Played like poor Job in the Bible by God