I'm so far away from younI'm pacing up and down my roomnDoes Jesus only love a man who loses?nI turn on the radionThere's some cat on the saxophonenLaying down a litany of excusesnnThere's madhouse longing in my baby's eyesnShe rubs a lamp between her thighsnAnd hopes the genie comes out singingnAnd she lives in some forgotten songnAnd moves like she is zombie-strongnBreathes steady as the pendulum keeps swingingnnYou better hold on to yourselfnnWell, cities rust and fall to ruinnFactories close and cars go cruisingnIn and around the borders of her visionnShe says oh woah woah woahnAs Jesus makes the flowers grownAll around the scene of her collisionnnOh you know, yes, I wouldnI would hold on to yourselfnnIn the middle of the nightnI try my best to chase outsidenThe phantoms and the ghosts and the fairy-girlsnOn 1001 nights like thisnShe mutters open sesame and Ali Baba and his forty thievesnLaunch her off the face of the worldnnWell, you knownOh baby, I'll come backnAnd I'll hold on to yourselfnnBabe, I'm 1000 miles awaynAnd I just don't know what to sayn'Cause Jesus only loves a man who bruisesnBut darling we can clearly seenIt's all life and fire and lunacynAnd excuses and excuses and excusesnnWell, you know if I could I wouldnYeah, I would lie right downnAnd I'd hold on to yourselfnnYeah, I would lie right downnAnd I would hold on to yourselfnnOne day I'll come back to younAnd I'll hold on to yourselfnnYeah, I'm gonna come backnGonna lie downnAnd I'll hold on to yourself