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?)