Last time that I saw you

You had me housed up on your red red rum

Stranded in the housing

Of our moving house and ...

We were gonna hit every port

And every cape town

We were gonna give a full report, of sorts

To your mother up in Cabo and her new cohort

Damn!

Can't believe your father left his land

The creed

To cry:

Rely, rely, rely, rely

Behave, behave, behave, behave ...

Spend all of that time not wanting to

Climbed up on your carpet

There's a car pit in our minds were in

Shameless and humming

Like a violent strumming

We were gonna hit every mark, in stark

But the sutra didn't suit ya that long day in the park

I'm talking about it

Talking real love

I wanna re-up

On that love

Damn

Can't believe you left me on the lam

To be seen

To be scribed

I'll tell you now that you

Rely, rely, rely, rely

Behave, behave, behave, behave

Spend all of that time not wanting to

Rely, rely, rely, rely

Behave, behave, behave, behave

Decide, decide, decide, decide

Repave, repave, repave, repave

(Can't believe you hardly understand)

Inside, inside, inside, inside

The lathe, the lathe, the lathe, the lathe

Lover won't you talk to me about the long red war

(Linda, you brought it to me

...Sorry...

When you take it away

Do it slowly and easily

Make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of

In my life, amen

See? I'm getting this way, sentimental

Shit, sorry

That's the one I split with, after five years

That's not a very good reading

Linda?)