Lyrics:

Your skin is cold
But the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold
But you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old sick and tired

We walk the streets
Gently starin' wonderin' what to do
The sun in sheets
Pourin' 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 had at the doorstep
Played like a two to a four-set
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 had at the doorstep
Played like a two to a four-set
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God

Oh, I was had at the doorstep
Had like a two to a four-set
Played like poor Job in the Bible by God