Texty: Kristin Hersh. Cathedral Heat.

Arrest the boy, warm between the eyes
As he jackknifes into winter
Stung like a cutthroat trout in the cathedral heat, in the cathedral heat
Sick as a dog, shaking like a leaf
You have to look close to see
What this disease has done to me

Arrest the boy, the hayseed with the song in his heart
As he writhes through the winter
Stung like a cutthroat trout in the cathedral heat, in the cathedral heat
Sick as a dog, shaking like a leaf
You have to look close to see
What this disease has done to me

You go whole hog when you like someone, I go apeshit when you forget me
Well, I forget, well, I forget, well, I forget what it's like
To be kissing in the middle of a terrible dream
I forget what it's like to be kissing in the middle of a terrible storm
What a terrible thing to be kissing the middle of you
To be kissing the middle of you, to be kissing the middle of you