She calls me up and I come over. She pours a cup and we talk itOver. Lately I've been cravingHer. Almost feel like bravingHer again. Time was when we were likeSisters and brothers. Sisters and brothers. Maybe just a little bit more thenSisters and brothers. But timeMoved on, we found others. Now she talks of deathAnd wants to try it. I talk ofTrying but baby don't buy it. As we talk it begins to rain. She didn't have to breathe toDrive me insane. Do what I do. What do I do? I give her good love. Say wha tI say. What do I say? I say give her good love. You got to understand. I don't evenDance. Between the oceansAnd the desert's thorn. FromThe days of our death til the daysWe were born. A million highTwo million deep. We had aDance no one could keep. You got to understand, I'm justA skinny white guitar player.