(Oh my God, what a fabulous room!)
(Are all these your guitars?)
(This place is bigger than our apartment)
(Uh, can I get a drink of water?)
(Do you want some? Huh?)
(Woah! Look at this tub!)
(Wanna take a bath?)
(What are you watchin'?)
(Hello? Are you feelin' okay?)

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
Night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun any more
And I can feel
One of my turns coming on
I feel
Cold as razor blade, tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left you'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened, this is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you, would you like to see me try?

Oh! Oh no!

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?