And maybe you're listening to my voice now
on your Walkman or your bedsit Dansette
letting my songs slip into you on this quiet night
in with your pads of doodles and your fingers full of pencils
and low tar cigarettes
And the music's light and pleasant so you hardly notice
what I'm singing about in "Paper Wraps Rock"
And "Murderers, the Hope of Women,"
my voice is just a sound that pleases you
that enters you and leaves you just the same
and that's how I want it to stay, because, you know
The further I run from you baby
The closer I get to the truth
And I feel like nothing can save me
It's something I just can't undo
Cause I can't not love you
Hold me, you know this wasn't planned.
Hold me close, you'll hold.
Hold me now, to keep it all in sand.
Hold fire, you'll hold.
Under unnatural circumstances, I forget about your vain pretenses.
But if you want to recreate the sea, another sky for me, I got you.
Under unnatural circumstances, I forget all of your vain pretenses.
But if you want to recreate for me, another sky and see, I got you.