A Cage To Hold My Dreams
And Still She's Gone
A nervous shaft of morning light
Wriggles through the black of night
And still she's gone
Winter chills my naked skin
Like rigor mortis setting in
And still she's gone
The party swings, I close the door
I'm sick of jokes I've heard before
And still she's gone
A ball curls past the keeper's gloves
He's jeered by fans he almost loves
And still she's gone
I throw my whisky on the fire
The hungry flames spurt higher and higher
And still she's gone.
Wriggles through the black of night
And still she's gone
Winter chills my naked skin
Like rigor mortis setting in
And still she's gone
The party swings, I close the door
I'm sick of jokes I've heard before
And still she's gone
A ball curls past the keeper's gloves
He's jeered by fans he almost loves
And still she's gone
I throw my whisky on the fire
The hungry flames spurt higher and higher
And still she's gone.
