To R.

I found you once, and I'll find you again Your cells are ringin' bells, singin', "God is dead" God is dead, God is dyin' The poison's in the dose, true And I've had just enough of my fill of my failure to possess you And for the second time today I repeat something only we would say Now is it true you're goin' out of your head? Riskin' perfection with somebody else Oh, no more ridiculous than life itself Buddy, what's wrong? Look like the of angel death Stopped by to ask about the extra room you rent It's not like you, tell him to leave But did you really have to ask him in or sing him to sleep? And are you really so surprised At just what a lost man's love looks like? Now is it true you're goin' out of your head? Riskin' perfection with somebody else Oh, no more ridiculous than life itself Life itself