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 doorYou're well protected
Cold as you must be to survive
But I know somewhere behind your barricade
There's a love that can be madeAnd in my blood
Your ghost is crying living tears
And I can't switch them off
Or turn them down or outYou are a night flower
You bloom as I fade
And you drag me in deeper
Behind your barricadeWith 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 applauseWho am I to argue?
Here everybody must get paid
May you bloom forever
Behind your barricadeLooking 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