The Go-betweens - People Say lyrics

You've got to improve Your walk hardly moves Your holy sailors with their harbour smells Feed from your broken shells So that's how it feels It's a cruel God that steals The things you love, the things you hold That are priceless but still sold People say I'm mad to want you People say I'm mad to need you People say I'm mad to love you babe The jobs you cannot hold The stereo that you sold You can't have milk and drink it too Your kitchen never had any food People say I'm mad to want you People say I'm mad to need you People say I'm mad to love you babe The clouds lie on their backs And rain on everyone But you always stay dry You've got your own private sun Listen to the doctor's advice Nobody's ever been saved twice So pack your bags, your saxophone I'm gonna take you to Rome People say I'm mad to want you People say I'm mad to need you People say I'm mad to love you babe