I'm listening to the conversation:
Judge and jury in my head
And still I head that sharp tongue talking
I want you close I want you near
I'm hearing right and wrong so clearly
There must be more than this
That we're naked and alive
I hear it through the rattle of a streetcar
Hear it through the things you said
I want you close I want you near
Brings us so close or so far apart
I want you close I want you near