You give us bread, you keep us warmnWhat I do for you in turnnI leave you with this memory stainednBetween the sheets, under the rainnYour face is pale, your lips are rednYour eyes are dark, you might be deadnBut I will hold you even thennUntil you breathe and I am fednnJodi, my dear, I'm sorry but I must disappearnI leave you with a song and a tearnJust please don't wash awaynThis is my crutch, you had me at the face and the touchnBut I can only give you so muchnBefore it goes awaynYou could be my endnYou could be my endnnWe can do this on our ownnnBut you're still telling menWhat I want, what I needn'til I can't even benHere on my ownnnAnd in the dark and on the floornThe bottle caps, well they just pournAnd you can tell I want you morenBeyond the few, beyond the stormnBut this won't stay, yeah I confessnThat I am not what you have guessednI'm just a whore and nothing lessnAnd I won't stop until I restnnRoll into town with thunder on our backs, heads are proudnWe wander through your gates and your crowdnTo ponder what we'll takenAnd though you are far, I keep you in a place in my heartnAnd never let the beast tear apartnWhat happened there in MaynYou could be my endnYou could be my endnnWe can do this on our ownnnBut you're still telling menWhat I want, what I needn'til I can't even benHere on my own