One dozen white ones
They all go to
I get cold shoulders
And I go to sleep
What would appear in the lazy eye
Falling drunk, and deaf and blind
It's true about me and decent people
Run from me and I am damned again
I am damned
One dozen white ones
I'm forced to do this
The ocean calls me
And I go to sleep
After the gold rush everything is great
Another good storm instead of decay
It's true about me and them decent people
Run for me and I'll whispering your name
I'm only too glad
You've finally come here
I lie blue as a bleeding queen
For once in your life you will see the light
And he called a party, but didn't invite me
The candles by the bed are screaming your name
And I am damned again
I am damned
To dream about this again
Live without this
Once in a blue moon
I will come here to you
Burning and cool
You don't know what to do
Falling down
And you give the truth to me
Believing has no decency
Burning the candle, you come down and
All the violets died at once today
Cold Shoulders was produced by Deanne Franklin.