From the Fourth

Well, the windows was fogged up and the world it did freeze
With its restless passersby in the cold nighttime breeze
The violins dug in and one tear I did cry
My ears were ringing when we stepped outside
Your sweat sweetly mixed with the sea salt air
Oh, I was glad we decided to get out of there

Looking down the avenue
I could see the ocean so clear
You said, there's only one cure for that ringing I hear
You said, there's only one cure for that ringing I hear

Now, you were talking so close, I could see and feel your breath
You smiled and you told me the cure was death
You were always pretty clever, much more than you let on
Your kind of thinking was dead on
It takes two to tango, and took one to teach
You were in my arms, but you were out of reach
And the windows fogged up, and outside we did freeze
Amongst the restless passersby in the nighttime breeze

Every now and again when I go out at night
I pass by some stranger who asks for a light
Her handwriting, it don't match up to yours
She don't hang her shirts off the edge of her drawers
You said that all lamps are lit by one kind of fire
Yet in some kinds of light, I just can't call you liar
And in the wine-bottle bars and in the late night dawn
I often wonder which side of the glass you yourself are now on
I wonder which side of the glass you yourself are now on