Through the window of a bare bulb room
I watch him dancing alone to an unheard tune
His eyes are closed his hips marooned
His hands sailing away like ships from his body
I walk past his window each night
Sit and watch and wait for the light
And study silent his skin so bright
His hips are shifting just right
Moving over muscles
He next to me
He next to me
With my eyes closed all that I can see
Is the way that you look lying next to me
Young and bright on the bed so bold
I only know you like this and you never get old
To see you there is to understand
Man is his maker man's maker is Man
The killer gentle like a gun in your hand
Like seeking like glass crushed to sand
Feel the line up of the blind cut sun
And I know that my heart is owned by just one
Sweet next to me
Sweet next to me
You were born baby for better things
Than organ grinding monkeys and calliope rings
Electric light bursting out of your head
A ruthless king you get just what you said
You grew pale from the wood and the sea
So alone with your lone that you weren't lonely
Here to you
I'm here to you