I’ll stay in my body and you’ll stay in your own

And the moon hangs above like a Valium pill
And I say I’ll be fine, but I don’t think that I will
But today I got work, and I like it that way
It’s a case of a still life gone cinèma verité

And I still need the beauty of words sung and spoken
And I live with the fear that my spirit will be broken
And that’s the way I thought it would be…that’s the way I always wanted it to be.

In love, but not at peace.