down (bumper to bumper version)
stroke 9
frozen fingers on my skin
guilty hands clutching gin
thin eyes can't see within
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
squeeze me tight and that's all
carving out a piece for me
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
carving out a piece for me
you squeeze me tight and that's all
and say that it's alright
and say its alright to be on the wrong track
and say that it's alright