Coma Toes Lyrics

Well I met a woman with soft yellow hair

She had fire in her throat and she had plenty to spare

Whenever she laughed it was poems and prose

But when I go her in bed she had coma toes

Yeah her feet were like icicles rubbing my shins

I asked her Is this where it ends and begins?

She smiled as her ankles turned blue and then froze

And slowly confessed that she had coma toes

She painted her fingers in red white and blue

She frosted her hair until everyone knew

She colored her eyelids until passion arose

But by the warmth of her fire she had coma toes

Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my thigh

As opposed to the fire I could see in her eye

Tossed toward the ceiling with the windows all closed

Frozen feet in my bedroom she had coma toes

When virtue and emptiness passed to the past

I asked her if love was a thing that could last

But because of her longings and her yearnings for snows

She ran to the winter and became coma toes

Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing by back

I asked her if that's how the chips have to stack

Let them fall where they may

She said anything goes

You'd better turn up the heat my feet have got coma toes

From the top of her head to the ball of her heel

She tried not to wander yeah she tried not to feel

As the wind dies for kites and on the golf course it blows

In just the same way she became coma toes

Ah yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my

I asked her

What's wrong?

Am I making you sick?

She tossed back her hair and wailed nobody knows

What it's like to be riding a bike when you've got coma toes

Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my

I asked her If I get too close will I stick?

She laugh like farm girl when the first rooster crows

And she said use your head you're in bed with coma toes

Well I met a woman with soft yellow hair

She had fire in her throat and she had plenty to spare

But whenever she laughed it was poems and prose

And when I go her in bed she said I've got coma toes

Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my shins

Is this where it ends and begins

And she slowly confessed as she undressed that she had coma toes

Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my shins

My thighs and my back with original sins

And down to the place where the volcano explodes

Interrupting eruptions corrupted by coma toes