What's a dream that runs cold after dark? And it can recognize you anywhere, of course The garden scene feels empty and divorced Yet, it can pacify you anywhere, of course Both you and me are junkies for despair How long, wind blow, evil affair? What have you seen? You'll wax all night till dawn I hear it drips all evening, the candle, of course And just between, buildings and blown apart I hear the curtain falling, everywhere, of course Both you and me are junkies for despair How long, wind blows, evil affair? So, how's it feel? Frost crawling over you We're here, preserved forever, so frozen through Both you and me are junkies for despair How long, wind blow, evil affair?