Spirit Cold

Blonde hair, blue eyes
Violin and black and white
Short skirts, tight pants, clean shoes
Won't deliver the news

What's she gonna play, what's she gonna play
What's she gonna play, what's she gonna play, what's she gonna play
Got nothing to say, got nothing to say
Gonna wash away, got nothing to say, gonna wash away

Running naked through your streets
Sharing clothes and whacking weeds
Bring in a crowd, fill up the house and play
Hold on to their eyes, make them all wise, show them the way

She is gonna play, have a word to say
She won't go away, listen when she plays, lost in thought today
She is gonna play, have a word to say
She won't go away, listen when she plays, lost in thought today

Tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go
Tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe, tiptoe
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go

Blonde hair, blue eyes
Blind stares, blue cries