Suddenly I'm a cold front   Who put out the fire   When I said I was on it   Was I just a liar   One chance to please me   And I get queasy   This isn't easy   And you swore it would be   But as I get older   These hands that hold her   Are growing colder   Over the shoulder   Where do you think you are going?   And what gives you the right   When two hands are held together   Which hand holds too tight