Remember once I told you about how before I heard it from your mouth My name would always hit my ears, it's such an awful sound And the soul, if that's what you call it, uneasy ally of the body It felt nameless as a river undiscovered underground And the first time that you kissed me, I drank dry the river lethe The lethe would have been softer, or my stomach all the same But you spoke some quick new music that went so far to soothe the soul As it was and never shall be, on earth without a name Some part of me must have died The first time that you called me baby Some part of me came alive The first time that you called me baby These days I think I owe my life to flowers that were left here by my mother And ain't that like them, gifting life to you again This life lived mostly underground, unknowing either sight nor sound Till reaching a person like, just to be ripped out by the stem And sensing only now it's dying, drying out and drowning blindly Blooming forth its every color, in the moments it has left To shatter space with simple living things Infinitely suffering but fighting off like all creation The absence of itself for any reason Some part of me must have died Each time that you called me baby But some part of me stayed alive Each time that you called, each time that you called Come here, ooh-la-la, ooh-la-la Whatever keeps you round, it keeps you round Ooh-la-la, come here, ooh-la-la Whatever keeps you round, it keeps you round The last time it was heard I lied The perfect genius of our hands and minds Were shocked to resignation as the arguing declined When I was young I used to guess Are there limits to any emptiness When was the last time, come here to me When was the last time Some part of me must have died The final time you called me baby But some part of me came alive The final time you called me baby