All Men Are Freezing
Robert Pollard
For all you've done I'll miss you anyway
Anyway you crawl through blackest years
You human glass, I will miss you
For no good reason
The longer hours I cannot get off
I will kiss in my hand
In storm and death threats, naked air
I will miss you
Dreaming of your eyes, not your skin
Falling through the holes myriad
Where there's nothing burning
I will make the big turn
I can't see you now to miss you
I can't see you now to kiss you
I am only gone on and on