Baby it's been breaking my heart to see you in such a mess
I want to help but I couldn't even pass the test
Me against her and she against you,
one thing we'd loose is this fight.
You sing me songs and draw me pictures,
you share your mink on cold winter nights.
But the words you sing, are they really true?
Or something temporary controlled by your voodoo?
You talk about here, and now but what of the new?
We aren't the best planners yet, it's something we should do.
I'm ever green but not wanting to be, though I will be and hope your songs are right.
That one day when the place is white, the blood washed out, you'd hold me tight