I'll keep to your ribcage if you keep to the nape of my neck Because the bitter winter, he comes galloping back Let's rip these guns, poised and ready And the cold wrapped around his wrists Aaah, aaah Aaah, aaah I'll keep my lips to your cheek Swindle each bone 'round where we stand For it's all this wild, it can't 'Til the green stone's purple and the sun Lurks in corners like it's gone too soon And knows it can't return for a little while longer, oh Won't you stay a while longer Won't you stay a while longer Won't you stay a while (Longer) (Hey, let's go to Milwaukee! Okay! Wait...)