What's the dream that runs cold after dark?
And it can recognise you anywhere, of course
The garden scene feels empty and divorced
Yet it can pacify you anywhere out, of course
Of you and me are junkies for despair
How long will wind blow, evil affair?
What have you seen?
Your wax all dry til dawn
I hear it drips all evening
The candle, of course
And just between there are things that are blown apart
I hear the curtain falling
Anywhere out, of course
Of you and me are junkies for despair
How long will wind blow, evil affair?
So how's it feel?
Forced rolling over you
We're here for everywhere
So froze and blue
Of you and me are junkies for despair
How long will wind blow, evil affair?
