Love of Mine

One, two, three, ya Playing dead on the unmade bed With the book unread and the New York Times Undone in my head over those words I said to that love of mine That love of mine Of mine So many blessings, so little time It's easier I find to dwell on the lows But not her, she's a child of the sun She sees everyone through a veil of rose That love of mine Of mine And in the mirror of her eyes I've seen my lies and they scare me half To death with their troubles so deep I start to weep at the end of a laugh That love of mine Of mine Oh yes, love, the pleasure and the pain A blessing and a bane blah, blah, and all that I need this like a hole in my brain Like a downtown train needs an uptown track