With dying proportion

To the words that we fling around

Make me your king  baby

Make me your clown

Talk to me  baby

Tell me all the thing that I wanna hear

Talk to me now

And make the whole world disappear

Talk to me  baby

Talk to me  baby

Talk to me now

Talk to me

Poetry is a dead end

Don't try to give it a rhyme

Or even a reason

Just please  please be mine

Talk to me  baby

Talk to me  baby

Talk to me now
Talk to me

This world will take everything from us
Forbid us everything

Talk to me  baby

Talk me through all the sadness

Live and bring

And I'm gonna give you

Even living thing that you want

Tell me you like it

I'm gonna live in your sweet language

Not in your country or place

Talk to me  baby

When you talk that talk to me  baby

I'm in the state of grace

Beautiful people

They look a lot like me and you

Just you and me  baby

Tell me all the things that we gonna do

Baby  talk to me now

Talk to me  baby

Talk to me now

Baby  talk to me now

Talk to me  baby