Down — текст песни (stroke 9)

frozen fingers on my skin
guilty hands clutching gin your tin thin
eyes can`t see within soul to soul shin
to shin we burn

and the silence won`t subside as i
crawl to your scaly side your eyes
could never hide my eyes and all their
pride

carving out a piece for me saving
three for you squeeze me tight and
that`s all

my shoulder to your face so warm
dim light from moon outlines our form
sinewy and shiftless and so forlorn
between here and there and
everywhere you`re torn waiting for
you to call out my name speak to me
and say that it`s alright to be on the
wrong track