Desire Avenue

I can only make out parts of the lyrics to this song, and probably got some of it wrong even, but maybe together we can build a whole?
Here goes my attempt (the lyrics are somewhat clearer towards the end):

nights here are cold
( ) walk ( )
( )
( ) never ( )

some kind of drag wire
inside ( )
be love or hatred
( )

they've been there for months now
( ) in a pile
( )
we should be ( )

someday soon it will
( ) catch fire
and I will walk barefoot
and bare-armed

a thin spot in my skin
where I haven't stung
a prayer I've not yet read
a song I haven't sung

( ) darkness
despite the light there
the thing about fire
( )

Good one, Kenyon, and welcome, btw.
I guess we'll never know the real lyrics.
Here's an attempt I made a few years back. I make no apologies for how nonsensical some of it appears, it's just what I heard-

'Nights here are cold
But I walk collected
Say all I me stars
Iron in their (door?)

Some kind of dragwire
Inside a deep pile
?V love or hatred
Old soul

They've undressed for months now
The clothes in a pile
No worry well you should be alarmed
Someday soon it will all catch fire
And I will walk barefoot and barearmed

Friends sporting my skin
Where I haven't stung
Fell I'm not yet man
Song I haven't sung
Personally darkness
The stuck a lightness
The thing about fire
Merely the sight'

Nights here are cold,
But I walk collected.
?????????????????
I am in the glow.
Some kind of dragwire,
Insanity can
Be love or hatred,
Old soul.

They've undressed for months now,
The clothes in a pile.
No worry;
Well you should be alarmed.
Someday soon,
It will all catch fire,
And I will
Walk barefoot and bare-armed.

I found a spot in my skin,
Where I haven't stung.
A prayer I've not read yet,
A song I haven't sung.
Perhaps only darkness,
To spot the lightness;
The thing about fire,
It's merely the sight.

Such a nice posting thanks!

Nights here are cold,
But I walk collected.
Frail and wasted,
Iron in the coal.
Some kind of drug or,
Insanity can
Be love or hatred,
Old soul.


They've undressed for months now,
The clothes in a pile.
No worry --
Well you should be alarmed.
Someday soon,
It will all catch fire,
And I will
Walk barefoot and bare-armed.


I found a spot in my skin,
Where I haven't stung.
A prayer I've not yet read,
A song I haven't sung.
Perhaps only darkness,
To spot the lightness.
The thing about fire,
It's never the sight.