Graceland (Unplugged At CBC)

Well, I am a shallow grave

I'm a holy ghost, whoa

I am that tidal wave that you'll miss most

Oh, so lonely, so sad

So vicious, so mad

Poor me, poor me

Well, I am that empty glass that you're sipping on

I am that cigarette that you're quitting on

Oh, so lonely, so sad

So vicious, so mad

Poor me, poor me

I like the steady rainfall, black and white movies

Oh oh, getting used to the pain, I think I might use it

Oh, poor me, poor me

Poor me, poor me

Yeah, poor me, poor me

I'm a bad habit that you can't shake

Oh, I'm a hip swinger

Oh, I'm an earthquake

So lonely, so sad

So vicious, so mad

Poor me, poor me, poor me

I am your Graceland

Oh, you're my saving grace, I swear

I'm only one man

Oh, I'm two-faced

So lonely, so sad

So vicious, so mad

Poor me, poor me, poor me

I like the steady rainfall, black and white movies

Getting used to the pain, I think I might use it

Oh, poor me, poor me

Dear Allan

As much as it pains me to say

I really fell in love with you

Why is it so hard for you to find balance between love and music?

Why does loving me mean the death of you?

I've experienced it first hand, your ability to love something more than music

You've now created the things that'll haunt you the most

Please, allow yourself to love again

For it may do the opposite of what you fear

You told me once that you believed love creates a respite of death

And I've struggled to understand the entrapment that you feel

Because I, too, fear death just as much as anyone else

Not just the physical sense of the word

But in the idea of what death represents

Dreams and aspirations becoming finite

I never wanted to be your demon

But you have made me this way