John Cale
If You Were Still Around
If you were still aroundI'd hold youI'd hold youI'd shake you by the kneesBlow hard in both earsIf you were still aroundYou could write like a pantherWhatever got into your veinsWhat kind of green bloodSwung you to your doomTo your doomIf you were still aroundI'd tear unto your fearLeave it hanging off youIn long streamersShreds of dreadIf you were still aroundI'd turn you facing the windBend your spine on my kneeChew the back of your headChew the back of your head'Til you opened your mouthTo this life
From Letras Mania