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