I?m so far away you Pacing up and down my Jesus only love a man who loses? Turn on my There's some cat on the Laying a litany of excuses
The madhouse longing in my baby's She rubs a lamp her thighs And hopes the comes out singing And she in some forgotten song And moves like she is strong Breathes steady as the keeps swinging
You better on to yourself
Well, cities rust and to ruin Factories and cars go cruising In and around the borders of her And she says, oh woah, woah, woah, As makes the flowers grow All around the of her collision
Oh you I would, yes, I would I hold on to yourself
'Cause in the middle of the I try my best to chase The phantoms and the and the fairy girls Nights' like this she mutters, ?Open sesame? And Baba And His Forty Thieves' Launch her off the face of the
Well, you know one day come back And I?ll on to yourself, to yourself Oh yeah, hold on to
Oh babe, I?m a thousand away And I just know what to say ?Cause Jesus loves a man who bruises But we can clearly see It?s all life and and lunacy And excuses and and excuses
Well, you know if I I would Yeah, I would lie right And I?d hold on to
Yeah, I lie right down And I would hold on to One day I?ll come to you And hold on to yourself
Yeah, I?m gonna back lie down And hold on to yourself Yeah, to yourself, self, to