Save my skin, I need a medic. Hold me down, I'm only sewn down. Save my teeth, show me you meant it. Catch my death, I'm only sewn together. . Save my skin, I need a medic.
Why burn poor and lonely. Under a bowl or under a lampshade. Or on the shelf beside the bed. Where at night you lay turning like a door on it's hinges.
I was looking at the leaves. Climbing to the tops of the trees. But you were nowhere to be found. Just beneath all the green. You were buried like a little seed.
God is love and love is real. But the dead are dancing with the dead. And though all that's charming disappears. All of things lovely only hurt my head.
The cure for pain is in the pain. So it's there that you'll find me. Until again I forget. And again he reminds me. "Hear my voice in your head. And think of me kindly".
Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before. Kiss my tired head and each letter written wastes your hand. Young man come and lead me to your bed.
He made the world a grassy road. Before our bare wandering feet. (He made the world a grassy road). (Before our bare wandering feet). And crushed the stones.
We never met, you and I. We were always inside, we were somewhere inside one another. And I'll live without you love. But what good is one glove, without the other?.
As we melt let's make no noise, oh, the profanation of our love. To tell the world our passing joys. And we, besides, care less to miss, our eyes and lips and hands.
Call me outside I'll come running down. Call me outside I'll come running down. Call me outside I'll come running down. Call me outside I'll come running down.