Bob Dylan | Lyrics | Temporary Like Achilles

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 lovin', honey, why are you so hard?

Kneeling 'neath your ceiling, yes I guess I'll be here for a while
I'm tryin' to read your portrait, but I'm helpless, like a rich mans child
How come you send someone out to have me barred?
You know I want your lovin', 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 run 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 lovin', honey, but you're so hard

Achilles is in your alleyway, he don't want me here, he does brag
He's pointing to the sky and hes hungry like a man in drag
How come you get someone like him to be your guard?
You know I want your lovin', honey but you're so hard