Oh, how we lay like spoiled skin beneath the leavesnOh, how the ring will never fit the finger properlynIf I could rip it from it's bond, I'd tie your eyes to menShe'll tienBecause the years are getting slipperynnOh, I'm a suitcase with the hinges bursting free as to saynYou're stuffed too full, you have to give your lover's load awaynSo through each pore, I sweat the linger of your love away so fastnBecause our love is getting slipperynnSomehow the sky is holding up the heavensnBut I can't get the ground to hold the earth up anymorenAnd all our friends are finding life inside the oceannBut my pockets scream, you can't afford to live there anymorennFor all my life, I will keep you in my lower laynWhere all my sins are piled right up to my shoulder bladenAnd I will visit you with thoughts from the left side of my brainnAnd take the artery that leads me back to younYounYounYou