you say I would have told you if you'd only asked me

Ok, mer text (det är mycket text nu). Neil Gaiman läser Amanda Palmers The Bed Song, eftersom hon ställt in sin turné för att vara med sin cancersjuka vän. E skickade videon till mig igår när vi via Skype försökte vara precis som vanligt. Love Long Distance.
Vi skulle ha sett A.P. i Manchester nu i mars men det blev som nämnt inget av det. Hoppas av hela mitt hjärta att det blir av någon annan gång.

Exhibit A: We are friends in a sleeping bag
Splitting the heat we have one filthy pillow to share
And your lips are in my hair
Someone upstairs has a rat that we laughed at
And people are drinking and singing Van Halen and Slayer
On a ukulele tear

Exhibit B: Well, we found an apartment
It's not much to look at - a futon on a floor
Torn-off desktop for a door
All the decor's made of milk crates and duct tape 
And if we have sex they can hear us through the floor
But we don't do that anymore

And I lay there wondering what is the matter
Is this a matter of worse or of better
You took the blanket so I took the bed sheet
But I would have held you if you'd only let me

Exhibit C: Look how quaint and how quiet and private 
Our pay checks have bought us a condo in town
It's the nicest flat around
You picked a mattress and had it delivered
And I walked upstairs and the sight of it made my heart pound
And I wrapped my arms around me

And I stood there wondering what is the matter
Is this a matter of worse or of better
You walked right past me and straightened the covers
But I would still love you if you wanted a lover

And you said all the money in the world
Won't buy a bed so big and wide
To guarantee that you won't accidentally touch me in the night

Exhibit D: now we're both mostly paralyzed 
Don't know how long we've been lying here in fear
Too afraid to even feel
I find my glasses and you turn the light out
Roll off on your side like you've rolled away for years
Holding back those king-sized tears

And I still don't ask you what is the matter
Is this a matter of worse or of better
You take the heart failure, I'll take the cancer
I've long since stopped wondering why you don't answer

Exhibit E: you can certainly see
How fulfilling a life from the cost and size of stone
Of our final resting home
We got some nice ones right under a cherry tree
You and me lying the only way we know
Side by side and still and cold

And I finally ask you what was the matter
Was it a matter of worse or of better
You stretch your arms out and finally face me
You say I would have told you if you'd only asked me
if you'd only asked me
if you'd only asked me