To R.

I found you once
And I'll find you again
Your cells are ringing bells
Singing God is dead
God is dead
God is dying

The poison's in the dose, true
And I've had just enough of my fill of my failure to possess you
And for the second time today
I repeat something only you'd say
Now is it true you're going out of your head?
Risking perfection with somebody else
Oh, no more ridiculous than life itself

Buddy, what's wrong?
You look like the angel of death
Stopped by to ask about the extra room you rent
It's not like you
To tell him to leave
But did you really have to ask him in?
Sing him to sleep
And are you really so surprised
At just what a lost man's love looks like?

Now is it true you're going out of your head?
Risking perfection with somebody else
Oh, no more ridiculous than life itself
Life itself