I really don’t believe a third of my life

Has been spent with you

Remember lying in bed all day

Listening to «being with you»

And «high land, hard rain»

I moved the record player over to the bed

I really don’t believe a third of my life

Has been lived now…

You pick me up when you’re falling down

Take me home and fuck me

Lift your arms for me

I really don’t believe a third of my time

Is spent with you

And it feels good…