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 cruising

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