Well, the windows was fogged up and the world it did freeze With its restless passersby in the cold nighttime breeze The violins dug in and one tear I did cry My ears were ringing when we stepped outside Your sweat sweetly mixed with the sea salt air Oh, I was glad we decided to get out of there Looking down the avenue I could see the ocean so clear You said, there's only one cure for that ringing I hear You said, there's only one cure for that ringing I hear Now, you were talking so close, I could see and feel your breath You smiled and you told me the cure was death You were always pretty clever, much more than you let on Your kind of thinking was dead on It takes two to tango, and took one to teach You were in my arms, but you were out of reach And the windows fogged up, and outside we did freeze Amongst the restless passersby in the nighttime breeze Every now and again when I go out at night I pass by some stranger who asks for a light Her handwriting, it don't match up to yours She don't hang her shirts off the edge of her drawers You said that all lamps are lit by one kind of fire Yet in some kinds of light, I just can't call you liar And in the wine-bottle bars and in the late night dawn I often wonder which side of the glass you yourself are now on I wonder which side of the glass you yourself are now on