Time goes by
I fall out of touch
I can't explain
Why I fall so much
I bought a pack of cigarettes
Sent an old Elvis stamp to your new address
The weather's here
With showers, fine
Wish that you could read between the lines
 [bad word] 
Cause you dream in colors by night
Rose and black and blue
I'll send a postcard
Oh how
I wish that I were you
I wish I were you

Cause I am nothing
You are more
Than flesh and blood
golden door
Let [bad word] inside of you
Let me do the things I want to do
Now take me down to where you live
And take the things I cannot give
 [bad word] 
Cause you are like the ocean
I'm a river [bad word] dry
If you cannot reach me
All my white flowers
They will die
Now take me down to where you live
Take the things I cannot give
 [bad word] 
Now take me down to where you live
Take the things I cannot give