Tantric

One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends, 
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we were born in

In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything

We swore we'd live forever

Up off the street, dressed down in rags, running into the darkness

 

 

Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see,

Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be

We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end

I Wanna Shave You

Yes I do…

I see you walking, baby, down the street,

You never smile, you never speak,

You just walk on by, darlin’ week after week.

Now honey, I don’t wanna clip your wings,

But a time comes when two people should think of these things.

To say I’ll make your dreams come true would be wrong,

But maybe, darlin’, I could help them along…