From the recording Albero della Vita
Lyrics
Well I can’t even be your chambermaid
‘Cause I live where the outlaws graze
And we’re all drunk on plastic anyway
The steeples left in your heart
From days when faith played its part
And I’d ring your bells all night in vain
Oh but will you hold me, if I get lonely
Even if there’s nothing left for me and you
Oh and will you want me, if I get boring
And I laze away your afternoons
Your afternoons
A cranky hinge’s late reply
At late nights it’s your lullaby
And fake smiles hung to dry on coatracks ‘till tomorrow
And cheap imitation pies
And fancy cars that speed on by
And old men in their laurels scold you “hush, you’ll be fine”
Oh but will you hold me, if I get lonely
Even if there’s nothing left for me and you
Oh and will you want me, if I get boring
And I laze away your afternoons
Your afternoons