Greg Brown Dear Wrinkled Face Dear wrinkled face, oh, lover friend. Best enemy, I love your hands. That whole fine mind every place I find myself, dear wrinkled face Such midnight love on this cross hung would have scared us when we were young. Our sweat flows down along this trace The way is steep, dear wrinkled face. Why should we fear to say God's name? We are from here, and go as we came. We're part of all this terror and grace. Give me a kiss, dear wrinkled face. Though in this deal we can't always speak of what we feel my legs go weak when your dark eyes light up this space, We're yours, we're mine, dear wrinkled face.