give us the news
were you on the muse?
or was the muse on top of me?
and so licked, washed, and combed
by street dogs. good boy!
prick up your ears for me!
jagged stars and formaldehyde views
make this city seen
but you and i are on the country tit
so what they spill, we wean
the blast of a radio
in a faded photograph
quite simply, my dear
you are the dawn’s laugh
give us some room there isn’t much around here
give us some room there ain’t so much around here
give us some room there isn’t so much
give us some room there isn’t so much
give us some room there ain’t so much
around here
for one, you are the feel of every sofa to come
my a.m. darlin’ sun
my a.m. darlin’ sun
for one you are the shape of all my jazz to come
my a.m. darlin’ sun
my a.m. darlin’ sun
so give us your news, give us the ruse
they're handing us a spade
your life’s a mess they harangue
and the rest has been mislaid
for one, you are the tone of all compassion to come
my a.m. darlin’ sun
my a.m. darlin’ sun
for one, you are the spark of every song that’s sung
my a.m darlin’ sun
my a.m darlin’ sun