Late September in the city
The sky is grey, the air is sticky
Clinically hypoxic, literally toxic
I keep fallin' in and out of sleep
All flesh is grass
The flies are knockin' on the glass
And a brittle, crystalline, metal-flavoured nerve tonic from a medical flask
I need him so much that it hurts
I wish he didn't have to go to work
And I just lie and watch the ceiling fan turn
I'm your man, we're hand in hand (we're hand in hand)
To hell and back (to hell and back)
And I'll love you like nobody else can (and I'll love him like nobody else can)
I'm your man, I've been damned (he's my man, I've been damned)
No, nobody has to understand
I stay home and make his dinner
Even though somehow he keeps gettin' thinner
I wait, watchin' the washing machine spin 'round and 'round again
I need him so much that it hurts
I wish he didn't have to go to work
He keeps complainin' that his vision's blurred
But he's my man, we're hand in hand (we're hand in hand)
To hell and back (to hell and back)
And I'll love him like nobody else can (and I'll love you like nobody else can)
He's my man, I've been damned (I'm your man, I've been damned)
No, nobody has to understand
Me and my man
Me and my man
He keeps havin' feverish dreams
That he can never, ever leave
He wakes, head aches, funny taste to his tea
I want to stay here forever
He's happiest with me
'Cause he
He's my man
And I'll love him like nobody else can
He's my man, he's gone quite mad
No, nobody has to understand (no, nobody has to understand)
Me and my man
