All my skin like porcelainnCrack beneath the pressure of your hands againnI guess I've been thinking that its been to longnSense I fell down hardnAnd bled my heart all over younBut maybe I never recovered from the last onennWhat if I could benSomething more than menThey say that I got a diseasenOf the human kindnMaybe all I know isnIn your arms and in your eyesnI'm more than alivennWell all I have to saynAbout these serious daysnAnd the condition of my heartnIs there both still as much a mystery to menAnd they both get so hardnWhen I forget what its like just to die in your eyesnAnd when I live just to live n your armsnWell they say that a man can never go homenBut I just can't get out of your front yardnnWhat if I could benSomething more than menThey say that I got a diseasenOf the human kindnMaybe all I know isnIn your arms and in your eyesnI'm more than alive