Her parade on the ceiling
Was lookin' like rain
When he came by to borrow some blue skies
"I'm sleeping" she said
After a long night's dreamin'
Hard pressed for a reason to get out of bed

Here he is beggin' for less than enough
I'll give you everything but
Her love, ahh
Everything but her love
Her love, ahh
Everything but her love

I can offer you sheets by the mile
If the Carlyle is out of rooms
I'm good for it, why don't you ask?
But I can't bring her back

Now why would I do that?

When I ask what he wants
His only response
Is a single word less than I need
He watches TV
She reads the I Ching
And I keep my face nearly straight
When he tries to leave

She must be a dream, 'cause you never wake up
I'll give you everything but
Her love, ahh
Everything but her love
Her love, ahh
Everything but her love

Her love, ahh
Everything but her love
Her love, ahh
Everything but her love

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Writer(s): Joshua Tillman