Can’t help the way the body moves Why do we shake in the cold, naked and stoned? And how that every time we choose Something has to break in the fall and I pay for it all If only I could tell myself at twenty years That someone else was waiting along, well I would have run If only I could start again, I’d pick apart the pieces And assemble them all, the way that I want Oh, why do we shake in the cold? Oh, why do we shake in the cold?