I put splendour down somewhere, I forget where;
and I tied to breathe the air without it
Where am I supposed to be? Heart in mouth? Head over heels?
Or rising early on my own, easy feelings still unknown to me?
Take away the idols I make
They are useless to me when I am their slave
I never owned this it was a gift
There is noone to impress or to buy it
If I stop by yonder well, lower my my bowl, what would it tell me?
And if I drink it will I see someone looking back at me?
Bring me a pen I cannot resist
Scratching the names of the ones that I miss
I do it in private and sing it in public
Do you forgive me? I don't understand yet
But I still need this, I still need this, I still need this, I still need this.
Barren woman where's your song?
'cos it won't be very long now
Stretch your curtains wider still for your children are coming in
Lengthen out your every chord, tie them good, and make them yours
Dig your steak deep in the ground for the winds are coming now!
I called back the good wife, married too young
and I gave her a vessel in Miriam
and I told her don't hold back, burst into song
I know wha you need and want when you come, singing...
I still need this, I still need this, I still need this, I still need this.
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