"You’re my most imperfect rhyme You’re my favorite waste of time Skin must learn its lines You’re my best unforced imperfect rhyme I am a stranger and a sojourner Dweller and wanderer In years of sorrow you will keep Like you were saved, like you’re asleep Between the sails and the sheets In years of sorrow you will sleep Between the steel and the stone To years of sorrow we are born Abel home and Cain the tramp Fill the fuel and light the lamp We’re made of sawdust & stone Scattered elements of home The howl of blood in the heat Beneath the bass and the beat Between the blood and the bone If you’re alive then you’re alone CHORUS I like you best as a melody, not a harmony I like you best desperate, not sensibly I like you best incessantly, incredibly I like you best next to me, baby But if we’re the company we keep I must be stupid and cheap A song’s a waste of your time If no-one notices or minds CHORUS"