well the windows fogged up and the world it did freeze with its restless passerby in the cold nighttime breeze the violins dug in and one tear i cry my ears were ringing when we stepped outside your sweat sweetly mixed with the sea salt air oh i was glad when we decided to get out of there and looking down the avenue you said theres only one cure for that ringing i hear you were talking so close i could see and feel your breath you smiled and told me that cure was death you were always pretty clever much more than youd let on your kind of thinking was dead on it takes two to tango it took one to teach you were in my arms but you were out of reach and the windows fogged up and outside we did freeze amongst the restless passerby in the cold nighttime breeze evert now and again when i go out at night i pass by some stranger who asks for a light and her handwriting it dont match up to yours you said that all lamps are lit by one kind of fire but in some kinds of light i just cant call you a liar and in the wine bottle bars and in the late night dawn i often wonder which side of the glass youre now on