Jack The Sax
Tim Bowness
Jack the sax is scratching his head
In a makeshift bed of water and lead.
"he'd be better off dead,"
His only friend said.
In the rain and hurting again,
For the price of fame,
For a lover's stain,
For one more day to stay the same.
I'd ask you to love me,
But you'd never love me back.
I'd ask you to hold me,
Just to feel the darkness crack.
Jack the sax is clutching the phone,
But there's no-one home and he feels alone,
And his pale white flesh
Has turned to stone.
I'd ask you to love me,
But you'd say it's just an act.
I'd ask you to hold me
Just to feel the darkness.