You of my life
I have seen no one more blue in my life
And I’ve dreamt the taste of dew on your lips
Many nights of my life

All my dreams are disasters
Underling and her master

True and its trite
I have fallen into eyes telling lies
And I’ve slept in dingy rooms
Taking trips
Far away from my life

All my dreams are disasters
Underling and her master

I’ve slept so much that I have huddled
Into nothing but a mass of flesh
So soft and numb that I can scarcely tell where body ends and
Sheets begin if thats the mattress or my skin the bin(?) I’m living in

I only sing for those in love
I only sing for one to love
I only sing for one to love...
Me