I'm being dragged down, down by the hand. The hand of a golden giant man. He's crushing my knuckles and splitting my skin. He says, He'll let go if only I'd ask it of him.
You can be my alphabet and I will be your calculator. And together we'll work out on the escalator. I will time you as you run up the down. And you'll measure my footsteps as I pleasure this town.
I had my life. I know my place. I belong in your arms again. And I've been waiting for you. To belong to me. . Some might say. I'm a silly woman to wait.