[Verse 1]
You close the door in the home
Makes the pictures fall from the wall
Winter singing in the shower
And the ways are changing
Calling

[Verse 2]
In my heart you number one
[?] mornings spent together
Fell for you at the Texaco pump
Tearing them apart
You know there’s time for [?]
Your eyes are getting round
What’s making the noise outside
When it’s quiet on a Sunday night

[Verse 3]
Don’t push your sex and choose it
Under the socks and shoes and underwear
The [?] quack of ducks
You’re chained by your [?]
[?] torture