When you realize that you wont be this warm again till spring Dont let your thoughts stray far away from the light Of moments of doubt in moments of no sound Love, why wont you help me?
The body knows when the mind wants out Of cold machine and worn out boot The inadvertent blows to the head remind me of where I am Can you see me?
The rinsing and wringing of these dusty hands Has worn their shine raw I know where theyve been and what theyve built and what theyve torn apart In moments of doubt and moments of no sound
The simple things will be the death of me Cause when Im bored I stick a splinter under my fingernail Be the death of me
The body knows when the mind wants out of cold machine
A nod with a vacant stare is all I can give you now Im miles away from here soaking sun, and free Of moments of doubt and moments of no sound
Get me out, let me in love
The body knows when the mind wants out of this cold machine