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)