Robyn Hitchcock: Driving aloud

Take a breath, take a breath, take a breath Honey take it on me 'Cause your lungs are in terrible shape and it's easy to see I've been X-raying you since you walked into here You've got nothing to hope You've got nothing to fear Heartburn and chemistry and lung disease Make mincemeat of your passion on days like these And everything you say is like sugar The sweeter it gets you know I lick it away CHORUS Radio forecst intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Yeah! With a knot in your heart you7re're afraid of the galaxy way And I hand you a tape of my songs which you always mislay And your diagram was nervous when I saw you on TV You're so vulnerable, honey, now you're fatter than me I've got a Harrison Ford poster rolled up in my desk I'd sign it for you, dude, if you'd only request And everything you say is like iron It smashes me up but it's brittle inside CHORUS You need love, baby, love, baby, love-don't you throw it away It's the musk on your tongue and your hoof that are making me stay In a bar in Sacramento on a cloudy afternoon Cutting paper napkins into little crescent moons Decision-making apparatus can't survive your death "Good morning, Mr. Seagrove-have you met my dead friend Seth?" No sir-I haven't had that pleasure yet But everything you say is like acid It eats me away but there's something inside CHORUS What am I going to do with myself if I lose you? What am I going to do with myself if you stay? Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly No sweat. No sweat at all And everything you say is an ocean It's keeping me up but it's pulling me down CHORUS