"Temporary Like Achilles (Live)" lyrics

"Temporary Like Achilles (Live)"

Standing on your window, honey
Yes, I've been here before
Feeling so harmless
I'm looking at your second door
How come you don't send me no regards?

You know I want your loving
Honey, why are you so hard?

Kneeling 'neath your ceiling, honey
Yes, I guess I'll be here for a while
I'm tryin' to read your portrait
I'm helpless like a rich man's child
How come you send someone out to have me barred?

You know I want your loving
Honey, why are you so hard?

Like a poor fool in his prime
Yes, I know you can hear me walk
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime?
Or is it just solid rock?

Well, I rush into your hallway
Lean against your velvet door
I watch upon your scorpion
Who crawls across your circus floor
Just what do you think you have to guard?

You know I want your loving
Honey, why are you so hard?

Achilles is in your alleyway
He don't want me here, he does brag
He's pointing to the sky
And he's hungry like a man in drag
How come you sent someone out like him to be your guard?

You know I want your loving
You know I want your loving
You know I want your loving
Honey, why are you so hard?

Achilles
Fearsome
Thanks a lot


Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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