nothing so bright, nothing so smooth, nothing so pure as my baby all of my life days into night, all i did dream was my baby until the days darkness entwined with silver eyes was my baby staring at me and since then i can't see straight and since then my smile's been fake funny i know the troubles i've seen but through one eye only that's clean if you bring along your needles then i'll bring my sharpened pencils and draw one more comic tragedy my baby so call up the child players from madam we'll rent the parlor and dance to death till i can't see my baby

Baby

Once again, orchestration by Van Dyke and me on piano. It’s about the guy in "In My Arms." When you have feelings for someone who’s a drug addict, it’s like they’re a baby. A part of you wants to take care it, like a mother would. The song has an odd structure. There’s a long piano break in the middle, for which Van Dyke wrote an incredible string part. He transformed it from this sad little song into a gorgeous, sweeping Tennessee Williams screenplay. - rufus wainwright