Baby, hands in your lapYou touch your wounds so much they'll never healI fear you'll turn your backOn just the kind of love you really needIt's just the kindIt's just the kind you need to feelBaby, I love your laughAnd everything you say is dire and dearBut "Cut the crap, you're still alive"It's just the kind of thing you really needIt's just the kindIt's just the kindIt's just the kind you need to hear
