Kill the longing, Though I know I'm lying to myself It's an eccentric gift Gathering dust on the shelf Still feverish; Say dies -- one wish New stars, old sky: Lies satisfy How can you live without losing anything? What do you give the girl who has everything? While the months go by And I can almost touch you I pull back from your hand Because I want too much to Hat full of rain Clean & profane Though impolite Can this be right? I can't -- can't stop you Do what you want to What's left -- left over? Some song you wrote her...