Intro
Verse 1
You Died The Year After I Cut Your Hair
You're Living In Brooklyn And Having Affairs
You're Making Bad Movies And Seeing Nice Girls
You Tell Me It's Nearly The End Of The World
You Talk To My Dad About Soil And Leaves
You Heard The Trucks Roll Past The Monastery
You Flew On A Plane To The Desert, And Then
You Wrote To Your Wife, Typewriter And Pen
You Pet My Back While I Puke In The Florals
You Keep Me Awake, Finding Loopholes In Curses And Morals
Your Melon-Green Eyes And The Derelict View
Your Nails In My Hair, Happy Birthday To You
Interlude
Verse 2
You're Credentialed, Shacking With Your Babydoll
You're Cut Up By Surgeons And I Never Call
You Cover The Floors With Sawdust And Clay
You Know That I Lied And Will Never Explain
You Steady Mom's Papery Arms In The Dark
You Save For A High-Rise That Faces The Park
You Smoke Through The Winter And Talk Nabokov
You Cradle My Hand And You Ask For My Love
You Don't Recognize Your Daughter's Face
You Cry When You Think About Heat Death And All Of That Waste
Your Blood In The Grout Lines — And Who Was Who? —
You Felt Something Departing, Perhaps It Was You
Interlude
Verse 3
You Found A Diary At A Book Exchange
You Told Us That Time Is Incredibly Strange
You Hopped In The Shower, You Hopped On A Train
You're Living In Brooklyn, You're Living In Spain
You Call To Demand Who Had Been In My Bed
You Sew Up Your Wounds With A Golden Thread
You're Six And You're Flinching Away From A Kiss
You're Sure That You Raised Me Much Better Than This
You Burn Through The So-Called Livelong Days
You Slacken And Die And Pack Your Fine Body Away
You're Frozen In Frame, Do You Feel Something New?
Does It Happen To Me When It Happens To You?
*Only The Note D, On As Many Strings Of The Guitar As You Can, Any Octave
