The sighs, an old Samogun grinder cries
The silver saxophones say
The crack bells and washed out cars
Blow into my face with scorn
I wasn't born to lose you
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
And I wait for them to interrupt me,
drink it from my broken cup
And ask me to open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you, yes,
All my fathers, they've gone down
To true love, they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
Cause I don't think about it
I return to the queen of space
An d talk with my chambermaid
and there's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I'd like to be
I want you, I want you, yes,
The guilty undertaker sighs,
the lonesome organ grinds
The crack bells and washed out horns
blow into my face with scorn
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you, yes,
And I want you, I want you,
