Got that feeling of standing still

the shudder of winters coming chill

Got that distance in my eyes

frozen paintings of all my alibies

And I've got the urge to leave this room

but it has become my home

In this dark and familiar gloom

my features are turning to stone

Slowly

holy

intoxicating love

takes hold of me

while I survive another one

Got those pale trousers warming my will

they keep me from standing to still

Got that pale jacket clinging to me

I just know that I'll never be free

And I've got the urge to undress myself

but I dare not show my skin

Cause this damp and familiar gloom

has become what I am within

Slowly

holy

intoxicating love

takes hold of me

while I survive another one