And cold is colder without you, baby. Growing up and growing old is dull. Do you think Brooklyn could spare you, maybe, when those poetic city streets have lulled? And I would wait for you forever. I would write this love a million years long. We’ve embarked on more desperate endeavors, but all I can offer is this song.

And the wind is windier without you, baby. What I said in bed with the radio on: a thousand miles may drive me crazy. Our days of solitude are gone. And I would wait for you eternally, reach down and clamp you from your cry. All the instinct that I lacked maternally stands at attention to your fire. Oh.

Do you sleep the sleep of the comforted? Do you ever hear me in your dreams? My space, without you is stunted. Can’t know myself alone, it seems. God only knows what I’d be without you. God only knows the real words to this song. All things are meaningless and untrue, and these words go on and on and on.