Come a little closer, tell me that you want outta here.
Stay for a while, maybe till sometime next year.
Close that garden shore.
So we can burn another, 
and we can turn and crash on the floor.
Hello, my darling, hello, 
From the door.
I don't think that I'm what you came here,
hoping to score.
Once there was a wonder, but now that time is over I know
Teach me how to dance and I'll show you how to walk in the snow.
Choose your smoking gun
Throw it out into the cold,
Cause it's use has been done . . .
I think you turn me around
Away from that place I once adored
Hello, my darling, hello
From before you.