Paroles de Gossamer Thin

Rings 'round his eyes Tracks down his arm His fans are confused and his friends are alarmed His wife doesn't talk Hates when he's gone Counts every skirt in his new entourage And they're all gossamer thin Left of the dial, bohemians And they dance, turnin' in style They twirl 'round the room, curtsy and smile And they sit at his feet, sippin' their tea And swoon with each word he speaks She likes the new pope She's not scared of hell They meet once a week at a secret motel She kisses his neck, she plays with his hair Her screams sound like pleasure, her moans like despair And they're spread gossamer thin Pushed to the edge, frayed at the ends And it's no business of mine If they can love more than one at a time But they're pushing their luck It's hard but they must Risk it all for love Now I walk around in some kind of altered state The drink in my hand is starting to shake I get used to it if it's got to stay this way A new bunch of flowers I'll have to arrange I don't want to eat or get out of bed I try to recall what the therapist said Ego and Id, the Essential Self You are who you are and you are someone else But I'm worn gossamer thin Like delicate arch, carved by the wind There's a glass psyche at stake Throw me a brick, see if it breaks 'Cause the mind and the brain aren't quite the same But they both want out of this place