I may be as weak as you
And you may care to teach me
It will be easy to be behind you
But you'll never be able to reach me
And if I go backward, You'll miss me there
And if I climb down through the warm balmy air
Look up above you; don't look below
And laugh out loud to death for warm hatred
Death gave you me; the corpse was made
And there's a beginning under
I'm happy, but what is hate?
Love gave me you for a hater
And if I go backward, You'll miss me there
And If I climb down through the warm balmy air
Look up above you; don't look below
And laugh out loud to death for hot hatred
From the Nicks Buckingham CD Lyric booklet,
the Deluxe Edition.
(hot hatred, somebody do better than that!)
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