And I wanna go home
But I don't know where I live
I've seen the fall of her mouth
I've seen her skirt lift
I've seen my love in her eyes
You can send me back to war
Now I know what it is
Cooking up junk
Dress me as her tart
Dream 'til we fall asleep
And her obsession with art
Took me to see the man act
Hear her cry by my side
Drove me out of my heart
Oh the rains they came late
Dried onions in bed
Felt the fetish of love
Rubbed skin 'til it bled
With ground coffee she kissed
My angel of sex
Sean Penn said
Pictures in her room
Cried out for her mom
Father just a guy in a bar
Little personal pogroms
She whispered to me
Piano's a whore
Never sing what been was sung
Cinema is so dark
Her lips numb and bruised
Man on the screen
Smoking like you
You smile like a liar
Turn to the camera and say
Is love the best you can do
Fell out of my heart
Her naked intermezzo
Watch her breasts rise
As her sleeping breath rose
I can smell her in death
And I can smell her in life
Her skin so up close