"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?
[Film en fond: "I´m sorry sir, I didn´t mean to startle you!]
"This place is bigger than our apartment!

[Film: "Let me know when you´re entering a room"
"Yes sir!"]
"erm, Can I get a drink of water?
[Film: "I was wondering about ..."]
"You want some, huh?"
[Film: "Yes"]
"Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take baaaath?"
[Film: "I´ll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to
meet us, for her main ..."]
"What are watching?"
[Film: "If you´ll just let me know as soon as you can ... Mrs Bancroft"
"Mrs Bancroft ..."]
"Hello?"
[Film: "I don´t understand ..."]
"Are you feeling okay?..."

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You´ll find my favorite axe.
Don´t look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.

Would you like to watch T.V. ?
Or get between the sheets ?
Or contemplate the silent freeway ?
Would you like something to eat ?
Would you like to learn to fly ?
Would´ya ?
Would you like to see me try ?

Would you like to call the cops ?
Do you think it´s time I stopped ?
Why are you running away ?