Hold me closeand tell me what the world is likeI don’t want to look outsideI want to depend on your eyesand your lipsI don’t want to feel anythingbut your handon the old raw bumperI don’t want to feel anything elseIf you love the dead rocksand the huge rough pine treesOk I like them tooTell me if the windmakes a pretty soundin the billion billion needlesI’ll close my eyes and smileTell me if it’s a good morningor a clear morningTell me what the fuck kind of morningit isand I’ll buy...
