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Love and Treachery (Becker/Klein/Peyroux) |
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I put on my gloves tonight, pull onto the road to |
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San Berdu |
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They remind me of hustlers, confidence men, and you |
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My hands are warm beneath them, and easy on the wheel |
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Without your love and treachery the calm is all |
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I feel I shiver in the mirror, pull my belt across my hips |
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The leather's hard in bending as your fingers to my lips |
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I wrap it tightly in defense as if your arms were near |
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But for your love and treachery there's nothing left to fear |
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I'll take a glass of wine and recall the words you spoke |
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From the bottom of your cup, coveredin spit and smoke |
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But in your voice |
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I'll hear my own and recognize the crime |
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That all your love and treachery has ended up as mine |
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I see you in the rearview with just a passing glance |
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How your eyes shine, as if through mine, you'd see and understand |
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As if we'd played each other but never knew the score |
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And all was love and treachery but isn't anymore |
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That all was love and treachery but isn't anymore. |
