Dick's Slow Song

Don't bring that stuff to bed We've gotta fall with a clear head Don't tell me of those mirrors That show you what you want to see Pay no mind to those voices That tell you what you want to hear Of course, it doesn't matter what you see You're beautiful to me It doesn't matter what they say I'll want you anyway And so we live in the city Come over here, no, leave on the light And beautiful things get run down There's no more to say to let you know it's alright There's a final door you open With no doors, there's no options You knew this from the start You made fists around your heart I don't need to know But you must want to show me It's just for yourself I can forgive you anything It doesn't matter what you see You're beautiful to me It doesn't matter what they say I want you anyway So don't bring that stuff to bed If I touch you here We've gotta fall with a clear head Does it still make you cry? Don't bring that stuff to bed Don't hide those tears (If you're passing by) Gotta fall with a clear head You know they're alright (I'll be waiting to go) (Are they closing, love?) (Are they letting some stay?)