Year of the Horse

The room is cold, your skin is warm
And mine it is on fire
I tell you all I know
Now I'm getting tired

When we met it was the spring
You caught me off my guard
And showed me everything
Now I'm getting tired

Your face is wet and flushed
Your eyes are to the floor
I've shown you way too much
My eyes are to the door

I was born in the year of the horse
You were born in another time
Did I fall out of yours
Did I fall out of mine

The room is cold, your skin is warm
And mine it is on fire
I tell you all I know
And now I'm getting tired

When we met it was the spring
You caught me off my guard
And showed me everything
Now I'm getting tired