And you’re the funny little frog in my throat

My eye sigh’'s fading, my hearin’'s dim
I can’t get insured for the state I’m in
’'m a danger to myself I’ve been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night
But I don’t get disapproving from my girl
She gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls

You’re my picture on the wall, you’re my vision in the hall
You’re the one ’'m talking to, when I get in from my work
You are my girl and you do’t even know it
I am livin' out the life of a poet, I am the jester in the ancient court
And you’re the funny little frog in my throat

I had a conversation with you at night
I’'s a little one sided but tha’'s alright
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark changing places
With the ghost that was there before you came
You’ve come to save my life again

I don’t dare to touch your hand
I don’t dare to think of you in a physical way
And I don’t know how you smell
You are the cover of my magazine
Yo’'re my fashion tip, a living museum
’'d pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
’'ll maybe tell you all about it someday