E. Is Stable

Coldness sets in like fingernails Raked across the door This room used to inspire me Arouse me, now it's cold There's a man ten feet down the hall Bound to me by law Twenty-six years of alibis All mutual, of course This old frame once was beautiful The proof is on the shelf This old frame once was beautiful Close your eyes if it helps Your hands used to work miracles Skin on skin, I blush Your hands used to work miracles For me alone (Of course)