Intro: |
I lit a thin green candle |
to make you jealous of me |
But the room just filled up with mosquitos |
they heard that my body was free |
Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night |
and I put it in your little shoe |
And then I confess that I tortured the dress |
that you wore for the world to look through |
I showed my heart to the doctor |
he said I just have to quit |
Then he wrote himself a prescription |
and your name was mentioned in it |
Then he locked himself in a library shelf |
with the details of our honeymoon |
And I hear from the nurse that he's gotten |
much worse and his practice is all in a ruin |
I heard of a saint who had loved you |
so I studied all night in his school |
He taught that the duty of lovers |
is to tarnish the golden rule |
And just when I was sure that his teachings |
were pure he drowned himself in the pool |
His body is gone but back here on the lawn |
his spirit continues to drool |
Bridge: |
x4 |
An Eskimo showed me a movie |
he'd recently taken of you |
The poor man could hardly stop shivering |
his lips and his fingers were blue |
I suppose that he froze when the wind |
took your clothes and I guess he just never got warm |
But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice |
oh please let me come into the storm |