In From the Cold Songtext
von Jon Fratelli

I was dreaming about you when my eyes caught fire
In my lonesome bedroom late last night
You were burning through the windows of my jealous parade
In the dust of my obscene stage fright
Someone said they saw you ′neath the Bowery moon
Taking orders from your long lost twin
I could never understand why all those fashionable boys
Made you make sense before they'd let you in

If you could see you in your glory, you′d be sold
They'd pay fortunes for your story to be told
But darling, won't you come in from the cold?


Well, I heard you left your memories in a four-post bed
They said you slept until your luck ran out
You were twice as rich as any man who auctioned your pride
Just for the chance to put your name in doubt
And for every young pretender lying softly through their teeth
There′s a thousand women at your door
They could never hold an audience as hard as they tried
They want it but they want you more

If you could see you in your glory, you′d be sold
They'd pay fortunes for your story to be told
But darling, won′t you come in from the cold?

Well, I saw you fall to pieces on that television show
You were lonesome but you did not run
They could tear your name to ribbons
With their tongues so sharp
But you were still the most outstanding one
And when they put your name up on those razor thin lights
There'll be no one left in any doubt
You were born to give them magic
On those rolling thunder nights
And to thrill them ′til their hearts give out

If you could see you in your glory, you'd be sold
They′d pay fortunes for your story to be told
If you could see you in your glory, you'd be sold
They'd pay fortunes for your story to be told
But darling, won′t you come in from the cold?