You're gonna need an ocean
of guile and pretense
of holy smoke
of spitfire and eye tricks
but I love you too much
to offer advices
or feeble assistance
to each new resistance
this I won't
you're gonna need a Gris-gris
made from the teeth of lions
shake impossible mountains
from their canyon homes
but I love you enough
to hide your stuffed animals
the ones that could bite
clean through your pillow
this I will
I always will
you're gonna need a safe haven
but what do I know
you thought you might have it
but he wont kick it for living
'cause your love is a crutch
an interesting rush
a volcano dancer
a very blue maker
this I know
you think that I don't know
you're gonna need a mountain (fountain?)
cosmetic creep
this side and that side
I'm not feeling everything
but love is so small
whatever you grow
and vow to the dusk
using both hands
this you must
this you must
I love you so much
I'll give back your animals
your maintains and oceans
your castles in (and?) cream
this I will
this I will
I always will
you're gonna need a mountain
or a new contact solution
for another life of oversight
or lose your choice in everything you know
this you know
this you know
yeah
yeah this you know
oh this you know
this you know
this you know