Hold On to Yourself
Im pacing up and down my room
Does Jesus only love a man who loses?
I turn on the radio
Theres some cat on the saxophone
Laying down a litany of excuses
Theres madhouse longing in my babys eyes
She rubs a lamp between her thighs
And hopes the genie comes out singing
And she lives in some forgotten song
And moves like she is zombie-strong
Breathes steady as the pendulum keeps swinging
You better hold on to yourself
Well, cities rust and fall to ruin
Factories close and cars go cruising
In and around the borders of her vision
She says oh woah woah woah
As Jesus makes the flowers grow
All around the scene of her collision
Oh you know, yes, I would
I would hold on to yourself
In the middle of the night
I try my best to chase outside
The phantoms and the ghosts and the fairy-girls
On 1001 nights like this
She mutters open sesame and Ali Baba and his forty thieves
Launch her off the face of the world
Well, you know
Oh baby, Ill come back
And Ill hold on to yourself
Babe, Im 1000 miles away
And I just dont know what to say
Cause Jesus only loves a man who bruises
But darling we can clearly see
Its all life and fire and lunacy
And excuses and excuses and excuses
Well, you know if I could I would
Yeah, I would lie right down
And Id hold on to yourself
Yeah, I would lie right down
And I would hold on to yourself
One day Ill come back to you
And Ill hold on to yourself
Yeah, Im gonna come back
Gonna lie down
And Ill hold on to yourself