Odyshape

I'm looking for a friend to hold the door It's cold outside when you don't know where to find A sheltered place, secluded from the race Of this old life When I walked out in the downpour with no raincoat I was soaked down to the bone from head to toe

A beauty only loved at night At daytime a face full of marks Her eyes have been in flames all night The sun won't have eyes for her again Only loved at night, the lady in the dark Knew the size of tall buildings How dear a day-kiss could be Those bui

It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton street all through the evening I hear that you're building your little house Deep in