The night was so cold all the cats had gone home I hate to be told what to do, lord I hide under awnings like rats in a storm I hide under cars when they're left in the parking lots
Oh, now I know what you mean When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen But I'm older now and I'm well
So come over here let me look in your mirrors The years are beginning to show, lord There's been a darkness upon us so long It's hard not to feel that our lives
When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen
Let me look in your mirrors And a lamb with a furrowed brow
Because I have been dying to meet you I feel I could kill just to keep you Be calm the tell-tale heart That leaves us beaten in the dark They'll leave with feathers and of tar They'll leave you lying in the parking lots