Down Lyrics - Nasty Little Thoughts - Stroke 9

Frozen fingers on my skin 

Guilty hands clutching gin 

Your tin, thin eyes can't see within 

Soul to soul and shin to shin we burn 

And the silence won't subside 

As I crawl to your scaly side 

Your eyes could never hide 

My eyes and all their pride 

My shoulder to your face is so warm 

Dim light from moon outlines our form 

You're sinewy and shiftless and so forlorn 

Between here and there and everywhere you're torn 

Craving out a piece for me, saving three for you 

Squeeze me tight and that's all 

Waiting...waiting for you 

To call out my name, speak to me 

And say that it's alright to be on the wrong track 

Call out my name, speak to me 

And say that it's alright to be on the wrong track 

There's a warm breeze in the city tonight 

Soft light makes every sad sight seem alright 

And I'm spinning around and we're holding tight 

Soul to soul and face to face we turn.....