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When the moon is rising and the night is still |
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Some of my delusions have the power to kill |
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Scared I'll get what I deserve |
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Or maybe scared I won't |
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I'm sitting in my garage staring at my motorcycle |
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My heart is so heavy, like a stack of Bibles |
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Swear I need you too much |
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Baby, I swear I don't |
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'Cause sometimes love can be so wrong |
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Like a fat man in a thong |
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It was shamelessly awake |
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I hold a seashell to my ear |
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And winds of echoed dreams I hear |
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Reverberations of yesterday |
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I can be rough |
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Sometimes I can be tender |
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But I can't negotiate |
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The terms of my surrender |
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I love you too much, babe |
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Go on and have your way with me |
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Well, emperors and reigning kings |
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Have showered you with golden rings |
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Now I stand with my hat in my hand |
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I know that I can't compete |
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With ruthless men and satin sheets |
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But I'm ready to meet your demands |
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Words of glory, and ashes and dust |
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At the end of the story there's just us |
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I love you too much, baby |
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To ever say goodbye |
