Spoken in background:
Oh my God, what a fabulous room!
Are all these your guitars?
This place is bigger than our apartment.
Uh, could I have a drink of water?
Ya want some? Huh?
Oh wow! Look at this tub!
Wanna take a bath?
What"re you watching?
Hello?
Are you feeling ok?
Day after day,
Our love tuens gray,
Like the skin on a dying man.
And night after night,
We pretend it"s all right,
But I have grown older,
And you have grown colder,
And nothing is very much fun, anymore.
And I can feel,
One of all my turns coming on,
I feel,
Cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left,
You"ll find my favorite axe.
Don"t look so frightened,
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get betwe
