Late September in the city
The sky is grey,
the air is sticky
I keep falling in and out of sleep
Let endless sun scorch the grass
The flies are knocking on the glass
But they're the only other friends I have, you see
I need him so much that it hurts
I wish he didn't have to go to work
And I just lie and watch the ceiling phantom
He's my man,
but hand in hand to hell and back
And I love him like nobody
else can
I've been down, no, nobody has to
understand me and my man
I stay home and make his dinner Even though somehow he keeps getting thinner
watching the washing machine spin round and round again
I need him so much that it hurts I wish he didn't have to go to work
He keeps complaining that his visions blurred
But he's my man,
we're hand in hand
To hell and back
And I love him like nobody else can
He keeps having fearish dreams That he can never ever leave
He wakes headaches Funny taste to his tea
I want him to stay here forever He's happiest with me
He's my man And I love him like nobody else can