Texty: Chris Zabriskie. Silent Night, Bloody Night.

You waited outside while I got the room
You never changed your mind I assume
Wise men on the TV, pillows on the bed
I didn't touch you, you touched me instead

I took my time by the vending machine
Cause you were dirty, I was clean
I felt the things that I had felt before
But there was so much to explore

(chorus)
It was cold
And you surrendered
Without much of a fight
And when we're old
We will remember
This silent, bloody night

You let me go as long as you could
It may have hurt but it felt so good
And all those nights, a twin up off the floor
You came to me then, I wanted more

(Thanks to Caprice for these lyrics)