You are cold
Absolutely frightful to the touch
Someone take my face and my name
And do something better with them
It's getting old
Well, perhaps I ask too much
Someone take my heart and my brain
And do something better with them
I suppose
You'd be dangerous to touch
You could take my place, say the lines
And you would do better at them
When I'm getting old
I won't expect too much
Simply take my space, take my time
And do something useful with them