Lover of Modena

Lovers of Modena, I could never be you Buried holding hands in the same tomb I just wanted space while I was living Please at least give me peace when I'm gone Graveyards crammed in the city that we hate The New York dead don't rest 'cause they don't give 'em enough space Laying cheek-by-jowl with other sleepless strangers Although lovers can lay too close too Somewhere, I learned claustrophobia I'm sorry I'll be six feet far from you (that could mean "under") Give me room to breathe while I still have breath on earth If you hate me you'd lay me down in a New York tomb If you hate me you'd lay me down in the Ganges rain Where my body would wash back ashore to you again If you love me you'd leave me for the city that we hate So in those crowded streets I'll never find your face I'm sorry I have claustrophobia If I hated you I'd wait for you If I hated you I'd wait for you