I've been the needle and the thread weaving figure eights and circles round your head. I try to laugh but cry instead. Patiently wait to hear the words you've never said. Fumbling through your dresser door forgot what I was looking for, try to guide me in the right direction, making use of all this time keeping everything inside, close my eyes and listen to you cry. I'm lifting you up. I'm letting you down. I'm dancing til dawn. I'm fooling around. I'm not giving up. I'm making your love. This city's made us crazy and we must get out. There's only so much I can do for you after all of the things you put me through.
