You are cold. Absolutely frightful to the touch. Someone, take my face and my name And do something better with them. It's getting old. Well, perhaps I ask too much. Someone, take my heart and my brain And do something better with them. I suppose you'd be dangerous to touch. You could take my place, say the lines, And you would do better at them. When I'm getting old, I won't expect too much. Simply take my space, take my time And do something useful with them.