Cold Hands

I don't want your money I don't want your car I don't want you to love me No need to take it so far I just wanna be held in your cold hands And I wanna be held in your cold hands I see nothing finer I see nothing to gain No particular pleasure To measure up to the pain I just want to be held in your cold hands And I want to be held in your cold hands Now I'm a dog in the moonlight And I'm a punk in the grass I'm at your bedroom window tonight Scratching up on the glass I wanna be held in your cold hands I just want to be held in your cold hands