I’m so far away from you I’m pacing up and down my room Does Jesus only love a man who loses? I turn on the radio There’s some cat on the saxophone Laying down a litany of excuses
There’s madhouse longing in my baby’s eyes She rubs a lamp between her thighs And hopes the genie comes out singing And she lives in some forgotten song And moves like she is zombie-strong Breathes steady as the pendulum keeps swinging
You better hold on to yourself
Well, cities rust and fall to ruin Factories close and cars go cruising In and around the borders of her vision She says oh woah woah woah As Jesus makes the flowers grow All around the scene of her collision
Oh you know, yes, I would I would hold on to yourself
In the middle of the night I try my best to chase outside The phantoms and the ghosts and the fairy-girls On 1001 nights like this She mutters open sesame and Ali Baba and his forty thieves Launch her off the face of the world
Well, you know Oh baby, I’ll come back And I’ll hold on to yourself
Babe, I’m 1000 miles away And I just don’t know what to say ‘Cause Jesus only loves a man who bruises But darling we can clearly see It’s all life and fire and lunacy And excuses and excuses and excuses
Well, you know if I could I would Yeah, I would lie right down And I’d hold on to yourself
Yeah, I would lie right down And I would hold on to yourself
One day I’ll come back to you And I’ll hold on to yourself
Yeah, I’m gonna come back Gonna lie down And I’ll hold on to yourself
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