Patti Smith

(every sunday I will go down to the bar
And leave him the guitar.)
You say you want me.
I want another.
Say you dream of me.
Dream of your brother.
Oh, the stars shine so suspiciously
For we three.
You said when you were with me that nothing made you high.
We drank all night together and you began to cry so recklessly.
Baby, please, dont take my hope away from me.
You say you want me.
I want another, baby.
You say you wish for me.
Wish for your brother.
Oh, the dice roll so deceptively