Lyrics

Pick your poison
Red gown in a balcony scene
You pull the lever
She tumbles from the vending machine
With blue-green eyes
raised in suggestion
She takes you by the hand 
for your state-mandated inspection

What a way to begin
What a way to begin
A cold front coming in
A cold front coming in

There’s nothing wrong with trying to live a little life

You kill the evening
A white knight in a velvet brocade
Chasing after feelings
Lights chatter in an empty arcade
It’s no surprise
When she asks the question
You lead her up the stairs and
Out across the churning intersection

It's a cold front coming in
Cold front coming in
What a way to begin
Cold front coming in

What could it hurt to be warm for just one night