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
