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I may not have a heart to give you,But at least I have words that are softer than skinThat are drawn from the hollows of sweetness.And I wish I could open before you;I'd like to receive you in all of your skinsWhen you're crazy for loveBut while starving for loveI'll just sit here and watch you get thin.And, Babe, if you ever feel brokenBy my tower of stone that your love can't explainAnd you choose to step down from the mountain,Then I'll bid that the roses be spokenAnd I'll beg you and plead you and call on your painThat you come back to meAnd you'll come back to meAnd be lone on your mountain again.So, Baby, stick around, stick aroundLike a bird on winter's hem.Hey, stick aroundAnd, Baby, wear this wreathUntil the woven gale condemns.SongtexteI may not have a heart to give youBut I'll drop you a bloom from the arm of the treeThat was grown in the hollows of sweetness.So you'll weave me a cradle in earnestTo fill with the things you'll surrender to meWhile you're crazy for love,While you're starving for loveAnd maybe you'll never be free. Aus Songtexte Mania