Here is my hand I call you friend Just like my dad Friend of mine, friend of mine, friend of mine There goes my man Our private joke We understand Friend o' mine, friend of mine, friend of mine Land of milk and honey I weep for the beauty But words fell this and that way Lazy Against my hand I press my mouth And say your name Friend of mine, he's a friend of mine You breathe out a world of charm You suck and blow away Arithmetic of whim Language of a name Language of a name