St. Valentine's Day

i can tell you where i can tell you when

and without much further delay

the same hour the very same time

saint valentine's day

you come through my door perspiring

then i knew that i'd been firing

small arms in the night

the night before saint valentine's day

life's so easy with a troubled mind

the joy and comfort that i find now

must all be left behind

like my star signs say

love, it is a killing thing

did you ever feel the pain

or hear the noise of kisses

on cold skin in the rain?

i went to church last sunday night

i knew him and he knew me

making love on the mossy stone

moonlight burns so bright

just as the bell rang nine

we felt saint valentine

going through the pockets

of our feverish caress