The world outside is so cold
The kitchen is so cold
I might even catch a cold if the temperature
Remains this cold

I'm usually quite content
If not I shut up about it
Good Lord He knows I've done it

But none before in any section
Moves them
Moves them so lightly
Standing here I feel like a jobless coward
Like I should leave or
Amuse the rich
Amuse the wanted
And I would
Clearly I know how
Until you come

Such purity in you
Not like you knew what to do
But you would always find a way
A way

And you'll always remember
How summer nights were tender
Your world is not a gender

Oh if I dared to interrupt you
And break a perfect picture
Risk my all, my everything
Kindly and fast interrupt you
But you'll forget me
The coward I am
This way neither of us loses
What Fortuna chooses

What she might choose
What she might not