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You were crying in the night and I could hear youand I could see your slender body shake and trembleand there was nothing I could think to say or do to make you see it's something wrong in me that makes me have to leaveAnd what I would give to be quiet beside youwith the window open, a record playing lowto feel your skin between the clean bed linensinside a room where sadness never goesWe were kissing in the kitchen, I was listeningto the coffee and the bacon drip and sizzlethere was flour on my hands from the biscuits in the panand I was happier than I thought I could beThen I woke up on the road, my head was killingremembering some shit I read in Miltonhow the mind is a place unto itself and in it makes a heaven of hell and a hell of heavenWhat I would give to be quiet beside youwith the window open, a record playing lowto feel your skin between the clean bed linensinside a room where sadness never goes Aus Songtexte Mania