歌词
Lovers of Modena, I could never be you
Buried holding hands in the same tomb
I just wanted space while I was living
Please at least give me peace when I'm gone
Graveyards crammed in the city that we hate
The New York dead don't rest 'cause they don't give 'em enough space
Laying cheek-by-jowl with other sleepless strangers
Although lovers can lay too close too
Somewhere, I learned claustrophobia
I'm sorry
I'll be six feet far from you (that could mean "under")
Give me room to breathe while I still have breath on earth
If you hate me you'd lay me down in a New York tomb
If you hate me you'd lay me down in the Ganges rain
Where my body would wash back ashore to you again
If you love me you'd leave me for the city that we hate
So in those crowded streets I'll never find your face
I'm sorry I have claustrophobia
If I hated you I'd wait for you
If I hated you I'd wait for you