The heart of a penny drowns at the bottom of a wishing well
And dead dreams swim like poison over ten cent love affairs
not worth a nickels worth of half faked affections
And skeleton coins can't tell if its the cold of winter
or the death of romance freezing in their bones
I'm a quarter shy of midnight under the influence
of a melancholy song of the moon
and toss my luck
and my dreams
and my heart
and the last
Of my sense on a cent
With a wish not to drown
As I sink to the bottom
Of this ocean of love
Full of my thoughts
of you