Deep Love

I'm not convinced we should strive for Midtown I believe we should collectively neglect it Let the ivy and weeds grow over All get together in a few hundred years or so 'Cause I'm not convinced that we should exist at all Man, I didn't ask for this, so on a bad day I get bitter about it I am admitting a lack of gratitude, I know When I look at that faded clipping Of my mother, 15 years old on a bicycle Smiling for the local paper, looking like my sister, I feel overgrown With that deep, deep love That deep, deep love With that deep, deep love That deep, deep love, mmh That deep, deep love With that deep, deep love With that love With that deep, deep love, mmh That love When I'm with my lover and she steps out of the Shower and she's tuggin' too hard on her snarled hair I ask her to come over and sit down on the bed I make a fist below the root and I loosen the Grip of those knots without rippin' another strand She takes a comb to kiss the open palm of my hand And I am tangled in Oh, that deep, deep love In that deep, deep love That deep, deep love, mmh That deep, deep love In that deep, deep love In that love Oh, in that deep, deep love, mmh That love When I walk by my neighbor and he's on his front steps With his two scruffy dogs and he's cooing their names And his wife comes out to join him and they coo those names in unison They kiss those dirty little noses And I watch from the sidewalk as they live inside all that love Passin' by a pure scene in somebody else's life gives my life meanin' Passin' through a good scene in somebody Else's life fills my cup, it fills my cup It ignites that fire To pour out my love Give all my love My deep, deep love Give all my love Give all your love All your love Give all your love All your love Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love