I’m so far away from you   I’m 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 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, I’ll come back   And I’ll hold on to yourself      Babe, I’m 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   Yeah, I would 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’ll hold on to yourself      Yeah, I’m gonna come back   Gonna lie down   And I’ll hold on to yourself