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