Teksty: Sufjan Stevens. The Age of Adz. All For Myself.

To bare it down to be in flight
To bare it down to be in flight
It wasn't about me, it was only a stone in my shoe

Then worries came to perch on us
Impatience and a painted bust
I kept you close to me, close to my ear

We set out once with folded shirts
With hairy chests and well rehearsed
I want it all, I want it all for myself

I'll set it right between your eyes
Your shoulder blades, your running knife
I want it all, I want it all for myself

Improving all the time, I am
Improving as I kiss the hem
I promise I won't be a trouble at all

For I'm okay, I'm in the red
Impressions of the unmade bed
You cradled close to me, close to my ear

We set out once, forget our shirts
With hairy chests and well rehearsed
I want it all, I want it all for myself

Out in the earth I smell of you
Of bathing boy, amazing you
I want it all, I want it all for myself