Ecstasy

They call you ecstasyNothing ever sticks to youNot velcroNot scotch tapeNot my armsDipped in glueNot if I wrap myself in nylonA piece of duct tapeDown my backLove pierced the arrowWith the twelveAnd I can't get you backAh, ecstasyEcstasyAh, ecstasyAcross the streets an old FordThey took off its wheelsThe engine is goneIn its seat sits a boxWith a note that says"Goodbye Charlie, thanks a lot"I see a child through a windowWith a bibAnd I think of us andWhat we almost didThe Hudson rocketing with lightThe ships pass the Statue of Liberty at nightThey call it ecstasy, ahEcstasyEcstasy, ahEcstasySome men call meSt. IvorySome call meSt. MauriceI'm smooth as alabasterWith white veins runnin' through my cheeksA big stud through my eyebrowA scar on my armThat says, "Domain"I put it over the tattooThat contained your nameThey called you ecstasy, ecstasyEcstasyThey call you ecstasy, ecstasyEcstasyThe moon passing through a cloudA body facing up is floating towards a crowdAnd I think of a timeAnd what I couldn't doI couldn't hold you closeI couldn't, I couldn't become youThey call you ecstasyI can't hold you downI can't hold you upI feel like that car that I sawToday no radioNo engine, no hoodI'm going to the cafeI hope they've got musicAnd I hope that they can playBut if we have to partI'll have a new scar right over my heartI'll call it ecstasyOh, ecstasy, ecstasyEcstasyEcstasy, ecstasyEcstasy