I'm so far away from you
Pacing up and down my room
Does Jesus only love a man who loses?

I turn on the radio
there's some cat on the saxophone
Laying down a litany of excuses

there's madhouse longing in my baby's eyes
She rubs the lamp between her thighs
And hopes the genie comes out singing

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 around the borders of her vision She says ooh

As Jesus makes the flowers grow
All around the scene of her collision


You know I would, 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 fairy-girls

On 1001 nights like these
She mutters open sesame and Ali
Baba and his forty thieves

Launch her off the face of the world

You know one day I'll come back and

I'd hold on to yourself
To yourself, I'd hold on to yourself


Ooh baby, I'm a 1000 miles away
And I just don't know what to say
Cause Jesus only loves a man who bruises

But darling, we can clearly see
it's all life and fire and lunacy
And excuses and excuses and excuses


Well, you know if I could, I would
I'd lie right down and I'd hold on to yourself

Yeah, I would lie right down and I
would hold on to yourself
One day I'll come back to you and

I'd hold on to yourself
Yeah, I'm gonna come back, gonna lie down
And I would hold on to yourself

Yeah, to yourself