In from the Cold

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?