Crooked Fingers

Outside your window Waited for you You didn't come You never do In the city in the winter time The snow and the rhyme Cover the isolation Yesterday, baby, they told you the news They meant no harm They never do You can take it anyway you want It come

Someday, babe, I'm gonna make you mine And in the days between our love and hate I'll keep your heart with mine Until the day must come and I must leave you stranded in a haze Until the day does come and you must see how I display my name So lay down