Breast In A Moonbeam

With your breast in a moonbeam
Foot on a stair 
You weep on my shoulder 
I feel full shackled 
I think you're lonely 
I been here cause I think there's been a change 
You're not in my pocket 
You're not on the phone 
With your ear to listen 
And you're not on the phone 
I'm a liar (?) 
But I could write you a letter, now 
But I don't know where I am 
Never pure but I'm (show you?) 
You're lost in the jungles 
With your prints on the fingers 
And your painted footsteps 
I give you my life