You're gonna need an ocean
of guile and pretense
of holy smoke
of spitfire and eye tricksbut I love you too much
to offer advices
or feeble assistance
to each new resistance
this I won'tyou're gonna need a Gris-gris
made from the teeth of lions
shake impossible mountains
from their canyon homesbut I love you enough
to hide your stuffed animals
the ones that could bite
clean through your pillowthis I will
I always willyou're gonna need a safe haven
but what do I know
you thought you might have it
but he wont kick it for living
'cause your love is a crutch
an interesting rush
a volcano dancer
a very blue makerthis I know
you think that I don't knowyou're gonna need a mountain (fountain?)
cosmetic creep
this side and that side
I'm not feeling everything
but love is so small
whatever you grow
and vow to the dusk
using both handsthis you must
this you mustI love you so much
I'll give back your animals
your maintains and oceans
your castles in (and?) creamthis I will
this I will
I always willyou're gonna need a mountain
or a new contact solution
for another life of oversight
or lose your choice in everything you know
this you know
this you know
yeah
yeah this you know
oh this you know
this you know
this you know