@SONG: One Of My Turns
[ 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 turns 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 between the sheets?
Or contemplate a silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly? -- Would ya?
Would you like to see me try? Ooohh.
No! Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?