Playing dead
On the unmade bed
With the book unread
And the New York Times undone in my head
Over those words I said
To that love of mine
That love of mine
Of mine
So many blessings
So little time
It's easier I find to dwell on the lows
But not her
She's a child of the sun
She sees everyone
Through a veil of rose
That love of mine
Of mine
And in the mirror
Of her eyes
I've seen my lies
And they scare me half to d**h
With their troubles so deep
I start to weep at the end of a laugh
That love of mine
Of mine
Oh yes, love
The pleasure and the pain
A blessing and a bane
Blah, blah, and all that
I need this like a hole in my brain
Like a downtown train needs an uptown track