Slow is the memory I can picture her standing right in front of me Orange blossoms crushed on concrete  I walk around with bare feet And I know you want me Can't remember everything Her skin it tastes like sugar cane And I had already gotten there before I came   My tank is empty And I know you're thirsty I have already tried to explain myself It's not that I love someone else But I can't bear to listen to you cry I'm sick of all these wasted years A rag for someone else's tears I wring you out as I hang you out to dry C'mon C'mon Get off the phone Please come home It's been so lonely since you've been gone you won't surround me up and down me Be all around me Baby I can't breathe no more