Danny Boy - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Your skin is cold

But the sun shines within your hold

Your hair is gold

But you see through a goldfish bowl

I feel old, sick, and tired

We walk the streets

Gently staring, wondering what to do

The sun in sheets

Pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue

And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend

Or a herd of bulls charging stoplights red

I'd be blind

You broke my heart, Danny Boy

Not your fault, Danny Boy

I was had at the doorstep

Played, like a two to a four-set

Had like poor Job in the Bible by God

Day comes, I wake

I wake with a hard heartache

I go down to your place

We sit and chat

Chat about new york and trips to the bayou

My smile, a trick

Tricking me and trying not to scare you

And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend

Or a herd of bulls charging stoplights red

I'd be blind

You broke my heart, Danny Boy

Not your fault, Danny Boy

I was had at the doorstep

Played, like a two to a four-set

Had like poor Job in the Bible by God

I was had at the doorstep

Had like a two to a four-set

Played, like poor Job in the Bible by God