If you're too slight to be, be a shadow
And if you're too tight to talk, talk tomorrow
Please, listen to me
Keep yourself in your seat, my love
I hate to see your open face close up
If you're worrying, don't. I'm not leaving.
I get up in my head, but, believe me,
Please: listen to me.
I'm not as far as I seem, my love
You can keep me in your pocket if you want.
It's where I always am, in London, in Japan,
I'm right here
And the meanest things I've said, the angriest I get -
Smoke rings, dissolved. Acts of foolishness.
Let me be clear:
When I talk out of turn, when I judge you
Or do whatever else I don't want done to me
I am at fault
You're right and I'm wrong, my love
And I'm asking for your patience, little one,
To see progress in the process as it comes.
To keep me in your pocket if you want.