Turntable

In the arms of a lover, in the arms of your son You lay your breath heavy but not on anyone Won't you see throughout, won't you rest yourself You know it ain't such a shame to have lost yourself You know it ain't such a shame to have lost yourself Three years and a bottle of cheap red wine All my sacred sins and all your dirty lies And I ride, and I ride, and I ride, and I ride Keep riding even when I don't know why I keep riding even when I don't know why Oh, said if my heart were a turntable And my belly was a speaker and my soul a needle Oh, said if my heart were a turntable And my belly was a speaker and my soul a needle Oh, meet me by the garden where the flowers bloom Where the trees stretch and wrap themselves around you When they fill you up 'til you don't know what to do On a winter's night when everything is new On a winter's night when everything is new Oh, said if my heart were a turntable And my belly was a speaker and my soul a needle Oh, said if my heart were a turntable And my belly was a speaker and my soul a needle Ooh-ooh