I?m so far away you up and down my room Does Jesus love a man who loses? Turn on my some cat on the saxophone Laying a litany of excuses
The longing in my baby's eyes She rubs a lamp between her And hopes the genie out singing And she lives in some forgotten And moves she is zombie strong steady as the pendulum keeps swinging
You better on to yourself
Well, cities and fall to ruin Factories and cars go cruising In and around the borders of her And she says, oh woah, woah, woah, As Jesus makes the flowers All around the of her collision
Oh you I would, yes, I would I would on to yourself
'Cause in the middle of the I try my best to outside The phantoms and the ghosts and the girls '1001 Nights' like she mutters, ?Open sesame? And 'Ali Baba And His Thieves' her off the face of the world
Well, you know one day I'll come And I?ll on to yourself, to yourself Oh yeah, hold on to
Oh babe, I?m a thousand miles And I just don?t what to say ?Cause only loves a man who bruises But darling we can see It?s all and fire and lunacy And excuses and excuses and
Well, you know if I I would Yeah, I lie right down And I?d on to yourself
Yeah, I would lie right And I hold on to yourself One day I?ll back to you And hold on to yourself
Yeah, I?m gonna back lie down And I?ll on to yourself Yeah, to yourself, self, to