Bathtime

There's a city filth that lingers

All over my naked hands

Deep into the weave of the clothes i wear

And every step brings another

Every hour adds some more

Till i'm on the other side leaning on your door

Are the taps running, darling?

Is the air thick with steam?

Can i find some place to cry these tears of shame?

Every step brings another

Every hour adds some more

Till i'm on the other side leaning on your door

There's a smell so sweet it's sickly

It follows me into the room

Hangs in the air like rotting perfume

I never bathe in it, darling

Got down on my hands and knees

Got in so far, i became, well, a part of it all

I've been wading through it

Don't you know it's up to my neck?

And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head

And it's the thought of you in my mind, keeps me. . .

Thought i knew these streets, and how they turn

Could always find my way home

There's something there, can't leave it alone

The trains they run all night

We could leave everything behind

Just bring that dress you bought when we first met

I know it's faded, darling

I know it's tattered and worn

In that dress, i could never love you more

I've been wading through it

Don't you know it's up to my neck?

And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head

And i can suck it into my love, breathe it in