60 Thompson

The bell boy brings you coffee
There are letters from every shore
There are flowers of the season
Heels are capsized by the door
You're well protected

Cold as you must be to survive
But I know somewhere behind your barricade

There's a love that can be made

And in my blood
Your ghost is crying living tears
And I can't switch them off
Or turn them down or out

You are a night flower

You bloom as I fade
And you drag me in deeper

Behind your barricade

With the love that can be made

Behind your barricade

Yes, and how long can I stay?

And this addition of yourself
You don't believe in anymore
We'll face the chat show at 8:30
And we'll freeze in the applause
Who am I to argue?

Here everybody must get paid

May you bloom forever

Behind your barricade

Looking for a love that can be made

Behind your barricade

Yes, and how long can I stay

Behind your barricade?

Where true arrows seldom stray