From the recording Fat Head, Sunday Paper
Lyrics
Don’t fade away
Be a monument
Be a statue, a painting
The sound of the ocean
Come crashing and reaching
To pull me away
Say my name
Baby, flag me down
Somewhere there in the gloaming
We’ll meet like old spies
Coming in from the cold
On a bench by the bay
I see faces in everything
I see four kinds of light
Shining from you
And I, I , I
Keep talking, keep talking, baby
Keep talking, keep talking, baby
Never change
Be that dream of you
Be as funny and bright
And as close to my heart
So I can see you and feel you
And not come apart
Tell me I’m not the only one
Tell me everything
That I thought happened did happen
Tell me you saw what I saw
And we see things the same
I see faces in everything…
I see four kinds of light
Shining from you
And I, I , I
Keep talking, keep talking, baby
Keep talking, keep talking, baby
You know I’ve
Got some things to say to you
Questions for which only you
Have the answers
Requests for old songs
Only you know to sing
Arguments I can’t have alone
I’d like to think that you’d still like
Your voice to be heard
Some news or a joke
Or a comforting word
I see faces in everything…
I see four kinds of light
Shining from you
And I, I , I
Keep talking, keep talking, baby
Keep talking, keep talking, baby