can you pass me the salt
can you pass me the soap
can you pass me a needle and thread
can you pass me the sun 
  and a watering can
can you pass me a wooden spoon
can you pass me a cigarette
can you pass me a strawberry
can you pass me another strawberry

can you pass me the hurt stuck in your genes
can you pass me great legs to soften the blow
can you pass me the dirt under your nails
  that you call mother
can you pass me a well so deep
  and turn my gratitude into oil
can you pass me stories without words
  that I can only hear with my hands
can you pass me a drink
can you pass me when you go 
  to say goodbye