Dancing In Your Basement

Slight amend You left your suitcase on my bed Folded flower pants and Sunday's fresh conviction And I could neck All the patterns in your head Hey I'm going out to find your healing touch I could be the one Dancing in your basement To Speaking In Tongues I could be the kid you call when you feel lonely Time is such a foreign substance Stand me up a twenty four get down And there you sat As I found crystals in your bath And you watched me lecture you 'bout foreign policy I take a bus down to the path when I saw that stone I know you're trying to take me home I'm home you're trying to make me whole