And it's a man answering. Oh my god, what a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars? I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to disturb you. This place is bigger than our apartment. Let me know when you're entering a room. Uh, can I get a drink of water, please? I was wondering... You want some? Huh? Yes. What? Hey, stop! Do you want to take a bath? What are you watching? Hello? Are you feeling okay? Day after day Love turns gray Like the skin of a dying man And night after night We pretend it's alright But I have grown older And you have grown colder And nothing is very much fun anymore And I can feel One of my toes coming home I feel Cold as a razor blade Tight as a tourniquet Dry as a funeral drum
