Regina Spektor: Uncle Bobby

Some people's stories, they go nowhere at allsome people's songs are catchy but they don't touch the soulbut yours are like a feeding tube right through my earsthey fatten up my dreams and run through my bloodstreamsUncle bobby, uncle bobbyuncle bobby, I love you souncle bobby, I love you, love you, uncleuncle bobby, you'll never knowI love you not like a husband to have and to holdI love you not like a child to do as they're toldI love you not like a sculpture love her moldI love you not like a masterpiece bought and soldUncle bobby, I love you, love you, uncleuncle bobby, I love you souncle bobby, I love you, love you, love you, uncleuncle bobby, you'll never knowI know you're just a man of fleshand a bit of sand and blood and cashbut I'm so glad you've been bornunto us, unto usYou leave me torn and lovelornyou leave me crying, ready to mournyou leave me waiting for that eternal stormyou leave me happy and rebornyou leave trying to break down doorsand waiting for more, waiting for moreUncle bobby, I love you, love you, uncleuncle bobby, you'll never knowuncle bobby, I love you, love you, love you, uncleuncle bobby, I love you souncle bobby, uncle bobby, I love youuncle bobby, I love you soNot like a husband to have and to holdnot like a disciple who do what they're toldnot like a masterpiece that's been bought and soldnot like the frontiers when love is goldnot like the icicle love the winter coldUncle bobby, I love you, uncleuncle bobby, I love you souncle bobby, I love you, love you, love you, uncleuncle bobby, you'll never knowuncle bobby, uncle bobby, I love youuncle bobby, I love you souncle bobby...you'll never know