I asked, "Could I borrow your angel?"
As I descended into the basement
What would we do without our fantasies
And these ancient archetypal complexes
We have no evidence to the contrary
And no evidence that we could make it
We are like blank checks left at the equator
So please save me a seat at your dinner table
I wish to eat with you and then go to bed
With your lovely wives and daughters
And find the time between affairs
To at least try to stay a little bit creative