I've been having wicked thoughts | |
Terribly wicked, selfish and cruel, | |
Imagining i stood high on a ledge | |
And fell just out of the reach of you; | |
Just then, we are together alone | |
As i fall, you look up◇ | |
Looking for all the world like for once | |
It was you, not me, who had been struck. | |
Should i love you more than i do? | |
Or pray to love you less? | |
Or learn to live with the little you give | |
Believing it all for the best? | |
Will i ever see your heart | |
Open wide and your eyes shut◇ | |
Looking for all the world like for once | |
It was you, not me, who had been struck. | |
The trees are angry, toss in the wind | |
Devour small planes going by, | |
Dropping wreckage, bags and gloves | |
Down around us where we lie; | |
I hear your uneasy breath | |
As you stir but don't wake up, | |
Looking for all the world like for once | |
It was you, not me, who had been struck |
I' ve been having wicked thoughts | |
Terribly wicked, selfish and cruel, | |
Imagining i stood high on a ledge | |
And fell just out of the reach of you | |
Just then, we are together alone | |
As i fall, you look up | |
Looking for all the world like for once | |
It was you, not me, who had been struck. | |
Should i love you more than i do? | |
Or pray to love you less? | |
Or learn to live with the little you give | |
Believing it all for the best? | |
Will i ever see your heart | |
Open wide and your eyes shut | |
Looking for all the world like for once | |
It was you, not me, who had been struck. | |
The trees are angry, toss in the wind | |
Devour small planes going by, | |
Dropping wreckage, bags and gloves | |
Down around us where we lie | |
I hear your uneasy breath | |
As you stir but don' t wake up, | |
Looking for all the world like for once | |
It was you, not me, who had been struck |
I' ve been having wicked thoughts | |
Terribly wicked, selfish and cruel, | |
Imagining i stood high on a ledge | |
And fell just out of the reach of you | |
Just then, we are together alone | |
As i fall, you look up | |
Looking for all the world like for once | |
It was you, not me, who had been struck. | |
Should i love you more than i do? | |
Or pray to love you less? | |
Or learn to live with the little you give | |
Believing it all for the best? | |
Will i ever see your heart | |
Open wide and your eyes shut | |
Looking for all the world like for once | |
It was you, not me, who had been struck. | |
The trees are angry, toss in the wind | |
Devour small planes going by, | |
Dropping wreckage, bags and gloves | |
Down around us where we lie | |
I hear your uneasy breath | |
As you stir but don' t wake up, | |
Looking for all the world like for once | |
It was you, not me, who had been struck |