Cap-ital gains Draw the fortune from the for-tu-nate Settle on The color Of your sunshine, dar-ling Made a trade in Venice For that overcoat you wearing And I think it Never fit the way it should I am a cold cold winter night And I'll bur-y you I'm a sand-storm waiting for the wind I am a cold cold winter night And I'll marry you I'm the corners of your eyelids Tell me when... I'm never gonna see the world if I'm stuck in this container A paper-glass that's cutting out my pain Streaks of green Upon your face Are making me insane I'll never see that Girly smile again I'll try to find your shining bones And keep them in my pocket Return them back to you when we're alone Write quicker to-day It's a chapter for last Sat-ur-day Settle on The language Of your breakfast, dar-ling Can't always be turning North or South for your delight And I'm sure The calender is creeping in I am a cold cold winter night And I'll bur-y you I'm a sand-storm waiting for the wind I am a cold cold winter night And I'll marry you I'm the corners of your eyelids Tell me when... I'm never gonna tip the answers to each way you're pleasing A little craft's enought to do me in Streaks of green Upon your face Are making me insane I'll never see that Girly smile again I'll try to find your shining bones And keep them in my pocket Return them back to you when we're alone When we're alone I'll give them back And end the curiosity I think the most triumphant feat was believing you were here Just lie right down and I shall bend your ear...