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