You're my desert, the line between the skyand where the world gets solidand willing to divideI corner you in the bedroomI find you at the sinkI picture you in the morningI reach for you in my sleep I was in love, with the sky it's like a drugI was in love, with my window at twilight In the back room of my memoryLives a small boy stocking shelvesof numbered periodicals,and the dreams I don't write downgot a typist on the bottle,my stock boy only twelveand dozing in the showroommy many other selves I was love with the sound of it allI was in love, with not knowing, anything at all I was in love, with the sky it's quite a highI was in love, with my window at twilightI was love with the sound of it allI was in love, with not knowing, anything at all