I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd

I'll be the phonograph
That plays your favorite albums back
As you're lying there, drifting off to sleep . . .

I'll be the platform shoes
And undo what heredity's done to you
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes

I'll be your winter coat
Buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch cold