Teach Me To Bear You

You wrote your name on a paper and gave it to me;

for years in my pocket where no-one could see.

How can I change the way that I felt?

I slipped the paper in the pocket of somebody else.

Won�t you teach me to bear you?

Someone with matches; someone with bronze;

someone with blue eyes to gaze upon.

Your name, your whole story, your whole life to see.

The story you had given to me.

Won�t you teach me to bear you?

I want to read you a life of parties and wisdom,

of care and explosions and wild summer eves...

but my hands are empty,

and my throat cracked and drawn,

because I gave away the name you gave to me.

Yes I sang away the name you gave to me.