I'm so far away from you. 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 the lamp between her thighs. And hopes the genie comes out singing. 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 cruisin'. In around the borders of her vision. She says ooh. As Jesus makes the flowers grow. All around the scene of her collision. You know I would 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 fairy-girls. On 1001 nights like these. She mutters open sesame and Ali Baba and his forty thieves. Launch her off the face of the world. You know one day I'll come back and I'd hold on to yourself. To yourself I'd hold on to yourself. Ooh baby I'm a 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. I'd 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'd hold on to yourself. Yeah I'm gonna come back gonna lie down. And I would hold on to yourself. Yeah to yourself