I can't stay here in my room I can't hold my own against the heavy lean Of your perfume; That tries to keep your pillow down and low Across my face As if what lingers here of you could Take my breath yet still be my saving grace Lover, if you rise Lover, if you go Lover, if you rise Lover, if you go There are plenty who would just as soon Settle all their debt with blond, Beneath a whoring moon that answers Every prayer for rain with flood; And there will always be one more ready Savior standing tall Waving from the tower That looks from here like It will sway and fall Lover, if you rise… I’ve cut back your roses just to give myself a day Free of vulgar beauties that I know Will fade away; The scene is like a circus chasing Winners out of town, Leaving here a wet street of mirror, And I won't dare look down Lover, if you rise... In my room, things can change any hour That I'm gone Something will be an a shelf that I know I left Scattered and undone; One Small thing will be gone, Or will be moved just so, The smallest thing, after you, will be changed I know, I know, I know Lover, if you rise…