[ oh my god, what a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars? This place is bigger than our apartment Uh, could I have a drink of water? Ya want some? huh? Oh wow! look at this tub! Wanna take a bath? What?re you watching? Hello? Are you feeling ok? ]
Day after day, Our love turns gray, Like the skin on a dying man And night after night, We pretend it´s all right, But I have grown older, And you have grown colder, And nothing is very much fun, anymore And I can feel, One of all my turns coming on I feel, Cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum
Run to the bedroom, In the suitcase on the left, You´ll find my favorite axe Don´t look so frightened, This is just a passing phase, One of my bad days Would you like to watch tv? Or get between the sheets? Or contemplate a silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? — would ya? Would you like to see me try? Ooohh no! Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it´s time I stopped? Why are you running away?
