You wrote it on my arm with a sharpie And we fell down division street Took the L through this hell-train city Two Pisces-rising, drunk actors in a love scene If I can access the feeling still its verdigris A little lost at the roof-party A kiss on the neck and chemistry Your breath is a voice, wet purring A kiss on the mouth's like an elegy When you slide down next to me, say, "By morning this will just feel like a dream." Your eyes are some cold home Your eyes are some cold home Your eyes are some cold home Your eyes are some cold home I told the pills to do this to me Surrender and learn something Or at least for one night know nothing My phone is sick and shivering But it's too loud for talking And my head is ringing I forget who's looking out for me I look up and you're smiling, say, "You sold your soul to the evening You're stranded here now so surrender." Your eyes are some cold home Your eyes are some cold home Your eyes are some cold home Your eyes are some cold home I want this fire burning I want this fire fire I want this fire fire I want this fire