(words and music by Joe Jackson)

Shall I stay or go
Through the door

Will the pen to flow
Watch the stars
Sleep's a chore

The moon is growing cold
It hangs like a sliver of tin
How do our dreams unfold
And why are my bones feeling thin

I watch my pen as though
My fingers could shatter like icicles
And before my eyes
Lie glittering and useless
On a field of snow

(C) 1994 Pokazuka Ltd (ASCAP)