I'm here, right here Behind me the road, in front, a grey wall There is no background, no story to tell, no point The search is over
I bet you're naked, I know what you're doing
Don't imagine I'm honest I dress up everything I say as integrity And they believe me God, whose name I so often invoke God, is silent: and I babble.
Honey, is there something you want me to say? Do you wanna know what I'm doing? I'm pulling my dress off. That's better. Now I'm picking up my cigarette.
I can see you. I can see the brush caressing your hair And the cigarette hanging from your pretty hands. I smell your perfume. We could be as one. You are my chance, I know you.
Are you ready baby, Are you going to do it for me now?
We're alone and on fire The years spin backwards, forgotten, to a blank horizon But here the lines cross. At this point, nothing