M. Hutchence
Your voice, it calls through fog of such despair
Towards this world, my life, the way things change.
I’d quit but then your words, they seem to help
So please, just please, don’t change a thing for me.
That mark across your throat where snake skin squeezed;
It stays, and you’re about as blue as I.
But songs, they live, and pass the test of time
When youth keeps faith in what you once expressed.
So in my room I dance, and sing, and cry
For love, for loss, for words so wise and true.
The world won’t change beneath my feet today,
And I won’t change a thing to fit the world.
Towards this world, my life, the way things change.
I’d quit but then your words, they seem to help
So please, just please, don’t change a thing for me.
That mark across your throat where snake skin squeezed;
It stays, and you’re about as blue as I.
But songs, they live, and pass the test of time
When youth keeps faith in what you once expressed.
So in my room I dance, and sing, and cry
For love, for loss, for words so wise and true.
The world won’t change beneath my feet today,
And I won’t change a thing to fit the world.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is about the late Michael Hutchence, formally of the band INXS, who is thought to have offed himself in his hotel room in 1997.