What you are to me: a hollow shiver A ship-wrecked, sad sort of breed Vacant eyes every other night A callous current in your river brings me back And it's tearing my limbs and calling me names again
Chamomile lover, get real Nothing sweet detiorates in its sleep Too hard to adhere to the devil fear Typecast as a hard-luck acrobat, got right and fought back You can go where you go, quit swinging low
I've seen through your valleys, and I've seen how you flow There is something of an air in your mountain where you are rocky as a Jupiter storm Your winds come in colors, just vibrant, empty nicotine I am howling like a dog from your hilltops I am your parallel, rigid ravine
Quit feigning fault lines Don't sympathize with the new night Bat love, ain't you scared of bad blood? Too proud to have sought us, too Sauvignon to be modest Old cicada was a beatnik revelator, sea-sick delegator Bluer than the undertaker
I've tired of your livin', I'm tired of your provocative air I give something like a stream of mercy, I believe But that bull has got his horns in your hair Who was fist-fought and weary? I bring you what I salvage of peace And I bring you what I make from the six string Swear, but I used to be living for me
Love you never really had to be so hard, now did you? x2 Love you never really had to be so hard, well why the Hell you scowlin' now? Love you never really had to be so hard, now did you? You steam, you vapor in my atmosphere
Love, you never really had to go away, now did you? x2 Love, you never really had to go away, well why you gonna take off now? Love, you never really had to go away, now did you?