Can’t help the way the body moves
Why do we shake in the cold, naked and stoned?
And how that every time we choose
Something has to break in the fall and I pay for it all
If only I could tell myself at twenty years
That someone else was waiting along, well I would have run
If only I could start again, I’d pick apart the pieces
And assemble them all, the way that I want
Oh, why do we shake in the cold?
Oh, why do we shake in the cold?
