I was cold and you were fire, and I never knew how the pyre could be burning on the edge of an ice field.
Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.
You can lose yourself in pleasure, 'til your body's going numb, but will it ever be enough.
There ain't no Coupe Deville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jacks box.
Dreams they come and go, but thoughts like love will always grow.
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.