I?m so far from you up and down my room Does Jesus only a man who loses? on my radio There's cat on the saxophone down a litany of excuses
The madhouse longing in my baby's She rubs a between her thighs And hopes the genie out singing And she lives in some song And moves like she is strong Breathes as the pendulum keeps swinging
You hold on to yourself
Well, cities rust and to ruin Factories and cars go cruising In and around the of her vision And she says, oh woah, woah, woah, As Jesus the flowers grow All around the scene of her
Oh you know I would, yes, I I hold on to yourself
'Cause in the middle of the I try my best to chase The phantoms and the ghosts and the girls '1001 Nights' like this she mutters, ?Open And 'Ali Baba And His Forty Launch her off the of the world
Well, you know one day come back And I?ll hold on to yourself, to Oh yeah, hold on to
Oh babe, I?m a thousand away And I don?t know what to say ?Cause Jesus only a man who bruises But we can clearly see It?s all life and fire and And excuses and and excuses
Well, you know if I could I Yeah, I would lie down And I?d on to yourself
Yeah, I lie right down And I hold on to yourself One day come back to you And I?ll on to yourself
Yeah, I?m gonna come lie down And I?ll hold on to Yeah, to yourself, self, to