Danny Boy

Your skin is coldBut the sun shines within your holdYour hair is goldBut you see through a goldfish bowlI feel old, sick, and tiredWe walk the streetsGently staring, wondering what to doThe sun in sheetsPouring down those streets to eyes green and blueAnd a ship with eight sails could come round the bendOr a heard of bulls charging stoplights redI'd be blindYou broke my heart, danny boyNot your fault, danny boyI was had at the doorstepPlayed, like a two to a four-setHad, like poor job in the bible by godDay comes, i wakeI wake with a hard heartacheI go down to your placeWe sit and chat about new yorkAnd trips to the bayouMy smile, a trickTricking me and trying not to scare youAnd a ship with eight sails could come round the bendOr a heard of bulls charging stoplights redI'd be blindYou broke my heart, danny boyNot your fault, danny boyI was had at the doorstepPlayed, like a two to a four-setHad, like poor job in the bible by god