is this 
an instance 
of listenin' 
to the wrong part of me 
am i losin' 
my cool in 
the quickest sand 
beneath 
it makes no sense 
to waste my breath 
on melodies that 
tell him this 
but i... 
i must have you 
the strong caffeine 
and long bad dreams 
are not the reasons 
i can't sleep 
i stay awake 
cause of the ache 
that lives three thousand 
miles away 
it makes no sense 
to waste my breath 
on melodies that 
tell him this 
but i... 
i must have you 

midnight for me his clock says five 
he's fast asleep slow on my mind 
i cross the street its cold outside 
relieved at least it's winter time 
where he is too 
oh no coat will do 
for warmth 
i must have you 

it's foolish 
to do this 
a [bad word] trick 
to play on your own pride 
but there's no stoppin' 
till i've got him on 
my hands if just one night 
it makes no sense 
to waste my breath 
on melodies that 
tell him this 
but i... 
i must have you 

i had embarked a blues bound train 
but my one track heart refused to brake 
monsieur conducter s'il vous plait 
northeast go please full speed ahead 
to his sweet room 
oh no bed but yours would do 
for lust 
i must have you 
i know it don't make any sense 
to waste what little breath is left 
of what you took when we first met  [bad word] take the rest 
oh i 
forgot 
for gra 
i must have 
i must 
have you