toward the end of our first year in las vegas you looked up from your little corner and i saw that your face was getting a little brighter and you asked me is it really getting warmer or is it just me and then you started mumbling unintelligibly so what are you saying anyway? i thought i heard bells ringing but then i remembered that i no longer knew what bells sounded like i thought maybe we'd strike up a conversation 'till bad luck cruised by on his ten-speed bike i got real cold and i grabbed my coat and i saw that the ringing was coming from your throat what are you saying anyway?