There's time spent, resting on her bones

Waiting for the telephone to ring

My skin is cold as her toes

On the bathroom floor

Run back to bed and slam the door

Oh, what a lovely

Skin is my, it's the only thing

That doesn't really fly in my land

And love, oh, love

Is my, love is

It's the only thing that

Butterfly in Thailand

Let it be printed on every T-shirt in this land

On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands

On bolder letters than the capital I

It's the only thing, it's the only thing

It's the only lonely, whoa

There's time spent waiting for that

Macrame bird of prey

To come down and sing

Oh, oh what a lovely sound