Spoken in background:

Oh my God, what a fabulous room!

Are all these your guitars?

This place is bigger than our apartment.

Uh, could I have a drink of water?

Ya want some? Huh?

Oh wow! Look at this tub!

Wanna take a bath?

What're you watching?

Hello?

Are you feeling ok?

Day after day,

Our love tuens gray,

Like the skin on a dying man.

And night after night,

We pretend it's all right,

But I have grown older,

And you have grown colder,

And nothing is very much fun, anymore.

And I can feel,

One of all my turns coming on,

I feel,

Cold as a razor blade,

Tight as a tourniquet,

Dry as a funeral drum.

Run to the bedroom,

In the suitcase on the left,

You'll find my favorite axe.

Don't look so frightened,

This is just a passing phase,

One of my bad days.

Would you like to watch TV?

Or get between the sheets?

Or contemplate a silent freeway?

Would you like someing to eat?

Would you like to learn to fly?

Would ya?

Would you like to see me try?

Ooohh. No!

Would you like to call the cops?

Do you think it's time I stopped?

Why are you running away?