Got that feeling of standing still 

the shudder of winters coming chill 

Got that distance in my eyes 

frozen paintings of all my alibies 



And I've got the urge to leave this room 

but it has become my home 

In this dark and familiar gloom 

my features are turning to stone 



Slowly 

holy 

intoxicating love 

takes hold of me 

while I survive another one 



Got those pale trousers warming my will 

they keep me from standing to still 

Got that pale jacket clinging to me 

I just know that I'll never be free 



And I've got the urge to undress myself 

but I dare not show my skin 

Cause this damp and familiar gloom 

has become what I am within 



Slowly 

holy 

intoxicating love 

takes hold of me 

while I survive another one