Can you **** me before you go?
I can't spend another night alone after knowing you so well
And I'm staring at the ceiling listening to you breathe
I've still got a lot of goodbying to do but I can put 'em off
As long as it takes
Put my faith back in love

So what do they get by sitting on fences?
Your feet will never touch the ground
You can't walk
You can't run
You can't sleep in the sun
You can't dance until the sun goes down

Dreams are something you have to steal and drag them into life
I dreamed of Jackie O and I dreamed with her two weeks
We were cold and we were starving so I left in the morning
And she said "Once you leave you won't come back."
She carried a bottle whiskey.  She was neat and she was dizzy.
We spiraled out

Then I dreamed of a girl from Ohio
Who was a trail of excuses that circled around and around her neck
An off-brand noose

I learned the hard way to hold on tightly and let the wind carry you away like a seed
You gotta leave quick so you can be the first flower of the season
And you'll pick it without knowing it's the first for a reason
And nobody will ever see us again

I lowered the wrecking ball into your throat
You were sleeping so I closed the curtains
I saw your eyelids flicker with a dream
And I whispered for you to stay
I pulled up a chair and I sat beside you
Biting my lip until it begins smoking

And all of this disorder!
I was a hungry infant and you played my mother
And I clung with white knuckles
And you made me promise I wouldn't let you leave
But that is a promise I'm not going to keep

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine