Dick's Slow Song

Don't bring that stuff to bed I've gotta fall with a clear head Don't tell me of those mirrors I'll show you what you want to see Pay no mind to those voices I'll show you what you want to hear Of course, it doesn't matter what you see You're beautiful to me It doesn't matter what they say I want you anyway So we live in the city Come over here No, leave on the light Beautiful things get run down There's no more to say To let you know it's alright There's a fine door that you open There's no door There's no option You knew this from the start You made a fist around your heart I don't need to know But she must want to show me It's just for yourself I can't forgive you anything It doesn't matter what you see You're beautiful to me It doesn't matter what they say I want you anyway Don't bring that stuff to bed I'll touch you here Gotta fall with a clear head Does it make you cry? Don't bring that stuff to bed Don't hide those tears Gotta fall with a clear head You know they're alright Get closer now... --- Dick's Slow Song - Tindersticks