Someone's moving 'round inside of me. Someone's setting up shop where I can't see. But I'm fine. But I'm fine. In this melancholy room. . Someone opened up my mouth to speak.
I'm happy with myself. I'm happy with myself. And I don't have. What it takes. To please you. . I've been trying. To write you a letter. I've been trying.
Are you my daddy?. Are you?. I don't want to cut you up. Drink you from a paper cup. I don't want to spit you out. Or kick you in the shin. I don't want to knock you down.
Fall on me. Fall on me. Birds of a feather in a featherless cap. Poor lovers breed songs in a two-room flat. Moist hands fold to pray for a painless truth.
Is it because I cannot see you. That you feel so free to steal. My excess baggage. Full of darkness and despair. While I fumble with my locks. You're content to stand and knock.
Meet me in the morning. At the bus stop. We'll ride into the town. Down to the square. . To see the angel. See the angel in the fountain. Meet me in the morning.
And if you call my name. Make it clear. And if you call my name. Make it plain. . And if you call my name. Make it evident. I wouldn't miss it. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Sleep baby Jane. Sleep baby Jane. . Suicide suicide. Katie's talking suicide. Homicide homicide. Mama killed my man. . Turpentine turpentine. Potion for my valentine.
Bone dry. Should I never dance. Like Salome danced. Bathing in the rain. And moonlight and flame. Should I never sweat. Surreal shadows. Rushing through my veins.