The Jam Precious

Your precious love – that means so much

will it ever stop or will I just lose touch

What I want to say – but my words just fail

Is that I need it so I can’t help myself

Like a hungry child – I just help myself

And when I’m all full up – I go out to play

But I don’t mean to bleed you dry

Or take you over for the rest of your life

It’s just that I need something solid in mine

Lonely as the moors on a winter’s morning

Quiet as the sea on a good calm night

In your tranquil shadow – I try and follow

I hear your distant show clicks

To the midnight beat –

I feel trapped in sorrow

In this imagery

But that’s how I am and why I need you so