In bed your body burns just like a fire. And your eyes they twitch under lids from side to side. | |
And my ego can’t seem to get a grip | |
I’ll simplify the terms I’m leaving until my body lays under leaves and green-green grass | |
By then my ego might finally get a grip | |
So I’ll let my lover lie and in absence I’ll drink tonight | |
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar’s bones | |
I could patiently seek another chance | |
Or I could cut you deep with a simple glance | |
I loathe your hesitance | |
I’ll let my lover lie and in absence I’ll drink tonight | |
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar’s bones | |
So lay like a monument to poise and indifference | |
Betrayed by retreating lips to baring teeth | |
I’ll trade my vindictive sigh for quarter of witless spite | |
Til I, like my lover, lie with beggar’s bones | |
Til I let my lover | |
Lay like you know I swallowed my hungry pride | |
And let it all go for the sake of a better life |
In bed your body burns just like a fire. And your eyes they twitch under lids from side to side. | |
And my ego can' t seem to get a grip | |
I' ll simplify the terms I' m leaving until my body lays under leaves and greengreen grass | |
By then my ego might finally get a grip | |
So I' ll let my lover lie and in absence I' ll drink tonight | |
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar' s bones | |
I could patiently seek another chance | |
Or I could cut you deep with a simple glance | |
I loathe your hesitance | |
I' ll let my lover lie and in absence I' ll drink tonight | |
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar' s bones | |
So lay like a monument to poise and indifference | |
Betrayed by retreating lips to baring teeth | |
I' ll trade my vindictive sigh for quarter of witless spite | |
Til I, like my lover, lie with beggar' s bones | |
Til I let my lover | |
Lay like you know I swallowed my hungry pride | |
And let it all go for the sake of a better life |
In bed your body burns just like a fire. And your eyes they twitch under lids from side to side. | |
And my ego can' t seem to get a grip | |
I' ll simplify the terms I' m leaving until my body lays under leaves and greengreen grass | |
By then my ego might finally get a grip | |
So I' ll let my lover lie and in absence I' ll drink tonight | |
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar' s bones | |
I could patiently seek another chance | |
Or I could cut you deep with a simple glance | |
I loathe your hesitance | |
I' ll let my lover lie and in absence I' ll drink tonight | |
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggar' s bones | |
So lay like a monument to poise and indifference | |
Betrayed by retreating lips to baring teeth | |
I' ll trade my vindictive sigh for quarter of witless spite | |
Til I, like my lover, lie with beggar' s bones | |
Til I let my lover | |
Lay like you know I swallowed my hungry pride | |
And let it all go for the sake of a better life |