Leave you, leave you,
how could I leave you?
How could I go it alone?
Could I wave the years away
with a quick goodbye?
How do you wipe tears away when
your eyes are dry?
Sweetheart, lover,
could I recov er?
Give up the joys I have known
Not to fetch your pills again,
every day at five
Not to give those dinners for
ten elderly men from the
UN
How could I survive?
Could I leave you and your
shelves of the world's best books
And the evenings of martyred looks,
cryptic sighs
Sullen glares from those injured eyes
leave the quips with the sting
Jokes with the sneer
Passionless lovemaking once
a year leave the lies
Ill -concealed
And the wounds never healed
And the game's not worth winning
And wait! I'm just beginning!
What?
Leave you?
Leave you?
How could I leave you?
What would I do on my own?
Putting thoughts of you
aside in the south of
France
Would I think of suicide?
Darling, shall we dance?
Could I live through the
pain on a terrace in
Spain?
Would it pass?
It would pass
Could I bury my rage with a boy
half your age in the grass?
Bet your ass
But I've done that already
Or didn't you know, love?
Tell me, how could I leave
When I left long ago, love?
Could I leave you?
No, the point is, could you leave me?
Well, I guess you could
leave me the house
Leave me the flat
Leave me the
Brocks and
Chagalls and all that
You could leave me the stocks
For sentiment's sake
And 90 % of the money you make
And the rugs
And the cooks
Darling, you keep the drugs
Angel, you keep the books
Honey, I'll take the grand stucco
You keep the spillet
And all of our friends and just
Wait a goddamn minute!
Oh!
Leave you, leave you
How could I leave you?
Sweetheart, I have to confess
Could I leave you?
Yes!
Will I leave you?
Will I leave you?
Yes!