Love Of MIne

One, two, three, yaPlaying dead on the unmade bed

With the book unread and the New York Times

Undone in my head over those words

I said to that love of mineThat love of mine

Of mineSo many blessings, so little time

It's easier I find to dwell on the lows

But not her, she's a child of the sun

She sees everyone through a veil of roseThat love of mine

Of mineAnd in the mirror of her eyes

I've seen my lies and they scare me half

To death with their troubles so deep

I start to weep at the end of a laughThat love of mine

Of mineOh yes, love, the pleasure and the pain

A blessing and a bane blah, blah, and all that

I need this like a hole in my brain

Like a downtown train needs an uptown track