With an empty glass and a belly fed In a rented room on a borrowed bed In a building high and a gutter low With the wood and smoke and a fires glow I love you still I always will The telling of a chronicle A wounded heart with a poison pill I love you still I always will
When my mind is stoned with it’s canon fire And the world ain’t safe here in my desire Well I cannot breathe all this evening air With its honest touch and a lion’s stare
I am here now No direction home I’m just a silly man of human flesh and bone Caught upon the story of our love It tastes of honey with it’s bitterness enough Caught upon the story our love It tastes of honey The bitter honey