Stop me falling down, stop me making movies of myself. Put that old dog down, stop me making movies of myself. Bring the carriage 'round, get me to the garden of sleep. Make that high gate speak, Perrier out of a paper bag. Looking like a hag. And start giving me something! A love that is longer than a day. Start making my heart sing something that it doesn't want to say. I'm handing it over, I'm saying that you're the only one. Don't run for the border, turn that corner. Already you've run in movies of myself. Darling, don't you ever let me go. Wrap your loving arms around me, while the cold winds blow. Tell me what I really want to know. 'Cause I'm looking for a reason, a person, a painting, a Saturday Evening Post Edition by Jesus, an old piece of bacon never eaten by Elvis. So I'll say start giving me something! A love that is longer than a day. Start making my heart sing something that it doesn't want to say. I'm handing it over, I'm singing that you're the only one. Don't run for the border, turn that corner. In movies of myself.Oh, I've seen it all before in movies of myself.