I was born in poverty,
But when I was about nineteen
I wrote a song called "Kiss me"
And soon it was pay day
A terraced house in the country,
I thought that would do for me.
It seemed to be the lilac time,
But when the lilac died
I went back to town and cried.
I need someone who'll always love me.
The day after someone dies
You wake a little less alive
Why do the wicked seem to survive
For Eucharist and song?
And we're a little more alone
In moments that they've never known
They'll never see my happy home
We see them every day
I know you want to say we won't forget
We'll always love you
When you're young and you fall down you try
When you're old and you fall down, you're dead
And I am in between
There and never been
Anywhere or sincere with anyone that I've held dear
Checking in around twilight,
The hotel readies for the night
I run a bath; unpack some books on which we will embrace
You told me that your father died and when you buried him you cried
You were sorry and you are surprised
He died and you were born so you don't have to mourn
You'll live your life,
I'll always love you.

Love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you