"Frozen fingers on my skinGuilty hands clutching ginYour tin, thin eyes can't see withinSoul to soul and shin to shin we burnAnd the silence won't subsideAs I crawl to your scaly sideYour eyes could never hideMy eyes and all their prideMy shoulder to your face is so warmDim light from moon outlines our formYou're sinewy and shiftless and so forlornBetween here and there and everywhere you're tornCarving out a piece for me, saving three for youSqueeze me tight and that's allWaiting... waiting for youTo call out my name, speak to meAnd say that it's alright to be on the wrong trackCall out my name, speak to meAnd say that it's alright to be on the wrong trackThere's a warm breeze in the city tonightSoft light makes every sad sight seem alrightAnd I'm spinning around and we're holding tightSoul to soul and face to face we turn..."Down, Nasty Little Thoughts, Stroke 9Do you ever start listening to an album and realize you're waiting for that one song? Its not particularly popular or well-known, but it just resonates with you. I was down with Down tonight.