Blessed - Brett Anderson

With your mauve Pillow

And your laddered tights

With your neat Covers

And your midnight Eyes

With your sisters in The suburbs

With your ballerina’s Grace

You smile and I am blessed

You laugh and I am possessed

You climb

The clouds caress

Yes, I am blessed

Yes, I am blessed

With your grey Denim

And your hostile life

With your teeth Missing

And your mystic eyes

With your tenderness And trouble

With your son Against your breast

You smile and I am blessed

You laugh and I am possessed

You climb

The clouds caress

Yes, I am blessed

Yes, I am blessed

You smile and I am blessed

You lie and I am dust

And you ride

London’s wilderness

Yes, I am blessed

Yes, I am blessed