[Intro: tape hiss, warped motif, room noise, 4 bars] (spoken, dry, close to the mic) I'd have left years ago. (breath) [Verse 1: no drums, sub bass only] I'd have sailed off years ago, but tell me where I'd go. There's nothing in my head but you, nothing in my head but you. And the shouting's in there too, the low moans, your face, the tears, the smoke, the cheap booze, the late fights, all of it mine. [Chorus: drums enter half-time, hook doubled an octave down] My music, my music. My music, my poison. My music, my music. My music, my poison. [Verse 2: motif wanders off pitch] Everything I own is in me, so we strike a light. Don't go shy on me. The music's keeping me warm. There's no pain in my world, and none of your love. I'll follow you down to the bottom, down the gentle Neva. I'll paint a sea the happy kind on a bare canvas. Take me. Warm me on your chest. Time again, and it's like it never was. I'm in a taut rope, up high. The lamps are a different light now. I'm a stranger to anyone who saw a new day in me. The sea's up to my knees today. Tomorrow I'll drag myself up and pretend. All of it in me. All of it in me. [Chorus] My music, my music. My music, my poison. [Break: solo Rhodes, no drums, 8 bars of room] [Outro: slowing, pitch drops] My music, my music. My music, my poison. (delay repeats, tape stop)
